Upon hearing this, Wang Daoyuan was overjoyed.
How formidable was the strength of the innate spirit races?
At their peak, the strongest among them—Yinglong and Reincarnation—were no weaker than the Nine Dao True Immortals.
Since this Lord of the Netherworld could command the Netherworld, his strength certainly could not be lacking.
Even if he could not compare to Yinglong and Reincarnation at their peaks, with his long lifespan, he should at least possess the cultivation of a high-stage True Immortal.
Ordinarily, Wang Daoyuan would have been somewhat wary of such an expert.
But now, the Qianyuan Realm stood on the brink of disaster. One more expert meant one more helping hand.
Besides, the Netherworld and the Human World shared both glory and ruin.
If the world above was occupied by the Devil Race, the Netherworld would find it difficult to preserve itself as well.
As long as this Lord of the Netherworld was not a fool, he would have no choice but to join forces with Wang Daoyuan and resist the Devil Race together.
"Now, the Devil Race has dispatched one of the Nine Great Devil Ancestors, the Bone Demon Ancestor. With the strength of our Human Race and Dragon Race, we simply cannot stop him.
As things stand, only by joining forces with the Netherworld do we have a sliver of hope.
No matter how difficult this Lord of the Netherworld may be, I have to go and meet him.
Mingyuan, take me to visit the Lord of the Netherworld."
Mingyuan did not dare disobey, and his body once more transformed into that of a dragon.
"Alliance Leader, esteemed seniors, please climb onto my back. I shall take you to visit the Lord of the Netherworld at once."
Everyone leaped onto Mingyuan's back. Even Wang Minglong transformed into human