Dark hell, where deathly silence was the eternal theme.
Yet in recent days, that deathly silence had been shattered. Nearly every hell tribe had been thoroughly turned upside down by an incomparably arrogant fellow, who then tossed out a few words before swaggering away.
The gods who had originally been slumbering all awoke one after another. In their fury, they brought the experts of their respective tribes and began making their way toward the Yan Quan Tribe.
They were heading to the Yan Quan Tribe because the place that arrogant fellow had named was precisely the Yan Quan Tribe.
In just two short days, the Yan Quan Tribe seemed to have become the heart of hell.
Yet the Yan Quan Tribe, the very eye of this storm, had barely changed at all. Its ordinary tribesmen had no idea what upheaval was taking place beyond their borders.
Within Yan Quan City, Ning Xiaochuan stood beside Yan Quan Old Ancestor.
Sweeping his gaze over the pitch-black hell, Yan Quan Old Ancestor sighed. "Ning Xiaochuan, you've truly dragged me into a miserable pit this time. By now, probably every god in hell thinks I'm in league with you. So even if you can't subdue them, I'll still have to stand on your side."
Ning Xiaochuan shook his head with a smile. "Isn't that better? It saves us from wasting breath arguing. In truth, when I came to see you last time, you had already been tempted to leave hell with me. You simply had too many misgivings. Now, I've conveniently swept away all those concerns for you. You should be thanking me."
"Your tongue is too sharp. I can't argue with you." Yan Quan Old Ancestor shook his head helplessly.
A smile appeared on Ning Xiaochuan's face as well.
What left Yan Quan