After learning Liu Zhi's identity, the Necromancer also explained the situation here.
As it turned out, things in the Southern Swamp Plane were still relatively good.
The Southern Swamp Plane had been swallowed up simply because another Mythical-level being had appeared in the Glimmering Underworld.
They couldn't find out the new Mythical-level being's original name for now, but his title was the White Death God.
The name alone made it clear that he was either a player or a Subordinate God serving the lord of the Glimmering Underworld.
After all, the lord of the Glimmering Underworld was known as the Seven-Colored Glimmer.
The White Death God's arrival had been quite sudden.
The three of them hadn't noticed him at all.
So they had been ambushed right away.
The Southern Swamp Plane had borne the brunt of it. The White Death God had ambushed its Big Boss, badly wounding his true self. Now, he could only hold on with the help of his two clones.
If the two planes hadn't each sent a clone over, the Southern Swamp Plane might already have been finished.
After hearing this explanation, Liu Zhi nodded in agreement.
That made sense. It hadn't been that many years—how could the Southern Swamp Plane have been devoured so quickly?
It seemed the cause was that Mythical-level player who had appeared out of nowhere.
As he thought, Liu Zhi sorted out his thoughts.
Since he was already here, joining the battle would naturally be a good thing.
Whether it was the compensation from the three Mythical-level beings afterward or the experience of fighting the Glimmering Underworld, both were things Liu Zhi needed right now.
After a brief consideration, he said, "I'll stay and help."
The Necromancer smiled faintly. "Good. I'll tell the others about you. We're planning to start