The South Sea.
As the manager of the Necropolis of the Gods, Beirut was very "dutiful." Since he had personally escorted the War God and the others inside, he would naturally come to retrieve them himself.
"Lord Beirut."
The War God and the others saw Beirut and hurriedly bowed.
As the strongest person on the Yulan Continent, Beirut had always been someone they dared not offend.
"You all made it back."
Beirut looked at them with a smile, then turned to Dylan and nodded. "A Mid-level God. Not bad."
Naturally, nothing that happened in the Necropolis of the Gods escaped Beirut's notice. The reasons they had survived were, first, that they had only made it to the thirteenth floor, and second, that they had been cautious.
Starting from the twelfth floor, the Necropolis of the Gods held many Divine Sparks and divine artifacts, but obtaining them became much more difficult.
Even with the increased difficulty, the group had still gained something. Dylan had broken through from the peak of Lowgod to become a Mid-level God, making the greatest improvement in strength. The High Priest had obtained a Mid-level Divine Spark, while the War God and Cesar had each obtained a divine artifact. Their strength had all increased to some degree.
The group didn't say anything in response to Beirut.
Beirut just smiled, not minding, then took them back to the Yulan Continent.
As soon as they returned to the Yulan Continent, Beirut suddenly spoke. "Tarosha, Dylan, you two go to Dragonblood Castle. Linley and the others are in some danger."
Tarosha and Dylan froze for a moment. Danger?
Before they entered the Necropolis of the Gods, Linley had already been close to the threshold of godhood. Beirut had even said that Linley would become a god within ten years. So,