Linley could not be bothered to waste words on the green-skinned Mid-level God. After killing the Silver-haired Youth, his figure flickered rapidly like Teleportation, appearing in every direction. In just a few moves, he killed all those God-level powerhouses.
His efficiency and ruthlessness were astonishing. Not a single person had managed to touch even the corner of his clothes before dying cleanly and decisively, without the slightest power to resist.
This was a one-sided massacre from beginning to end!
Linley pressed his long blade against the green-skinned Mid-level God's forehead and asked coldly, "Speak. What kind of background do you have?"
He had been attacked right after arriving, so naturally, he was extremely displeased. After thinking it over, he quickly guessed the reason.
These people were bandits who specifically blocked the road leading to North Skeleton Prefecture. Anyone unlucky enough to run into them would become prey.
However, Linley was somewhat puzzled. Strictly speaking, this place was still part of the Undead Realm. According to the records in books, the Sovereigns had forbidden God-level experts from wantonly killing undead here and collecting their souls for refinement. The Sovereign Legion often patrolled the area. Anyone caught would be surrounded and annihilated.
As for true experts of the Netherworld, they disdained staying in the Undead Realm and had no lack of this small amount of soul resources. They all lived in the southern Netherworld, like water from a well that did not interfere with river water.
"My lord, spare me! My father is the Prefect of North Skeleton Prefecture, Achilles!"
The green-skinned Mid-level God spoke in shock and fear. "As long as you show mercy, we can pretend this never happened!"
Linley frowned slightly, his mind sinking into thought as he recalled the past.
He remembered that the Prefect of North Skeleton