The method for entering the underworld was exactly the same as the method for leaving it: both required the use of [Realm of Death].
And if he wanted to use Realm of Death, he had to have a living person as the "target."
If LeBlanc died, then he would have no way to leave the underworld either.
In other words, from the very beginning, they had actually been dependent on each other—it was just that poor LeBlanc had been kept in the dark for two whole days, completely unaware of it.
"Fate. Dominion. Deceit..."
That terrifying voice drew closer and closer, accompanied by the wails of countless ghosts.
The mace forged from the bones of a Black Mage scraped across the ground, letting out waves of horrifying noise.
Within that black mist, a pair of eyes glowing green had quietly opened. Absolute terror and pressure swept toward them, making all the living and the dead unable to stop themselves from wanting to kneel before him.
"Go...! Take me with you...! Please... I'm begging you...!" By now, LeBlanc had completely lost her earlier calm, cold sweat constantly beading on her forehead.
With the tiny bit of magic she had left, she conjured another set of magical robes to cover her body, trying to use that meager defense to raise her pitifully low survival rate.
"The time's definitely up, right... right...? Hurry...! Go, hurry...!"
"Haah." Faced with the wicked woman's bitter pleading, Chen Ce could not help sighing.
It was indeed time to leave.
It was a real shame that he had not managed to pry any useful intelligence out of her.
LeBlanc had plenty of methods. Although she was undoubtedly doomed if trapped in the underworld, once she returned to the material realm, she had no fewer than a hundred ways