Northern King

The atmosphere in the western courtyard pharmacy was frozen. Lü Luo's eyes were grave as she said, "You have seen them?"

"No, but one of my friends was taken away by them. I have to save her," Ning Chen said solemnly.

Lü Luo fell silent upon hearing this. After a long while, she sighed softly. "Give up. Your friend cannot possibly still be alive. Those people belong to the Nether Hall, originating from the Spirit Domain Starfield. In ancient times, it stood alongside the Underworld, powerful beyond measure. The ones who took your friend were the Nether Hall's Patrollers, responsible for seeking out all kinds of special constitutions throughout the world to refine Corpse Gods. Once taken by them, it is ten deaths and no life."

Ning Chen's body trembled. His clenched fists crackled, true essence surging around him as killing intent became impossible to suppress.

"Do not recklessly stir your true essence. Your injuries have not healed yet."

Lü Luo's expression hardened as she warned him.

Drops of blood fell, glaringly vivid. Ning Chen raised a hand to wipe the blood from his lips, suppressing the surging true essence throughout his body. His expression returned to calm, yet the bone-deep chill in his eyes remained impossible to conceal.

"For now, recover properly. Whether it is that old monster or the Nether Hall, neither is something you can easily deal with. Before your injuries heal, do not act impulsively," Lü Luo said gravely.

"I understand."

Ning Chen nodded and answered softly.

Boom!

As the two spoke, an earthshaking collision erupted from a nearby courtyard. The aftershock rolled over, making the entire pharmacy shake.

Sensing it, Lü Luo's face darkened.

A flash of red vanished from the pharmacy, speeding toward the small eastern courtyard.

In the main courtyard of the residence,