The Old Ape's Rout

Underworld Prison.

On a fragment of land floating on the sea, Longdi gazed at the "Heavenly Ban" hanging in the dome overhead, his expression dark.

He was in an abysmal mood.

Underworld Prison's laws of heaven and earth, spiritual energy, and streams of providence still felt awkward and sluggishly connected to him.

Pang Jian's voluntary departure had changed nothing. He was still the one who had been abandoned!

"Chief."

More than a dozen Nether Gods loyal to him were scattered through the void above the fragment of land, each wearing a complicated expression.

Farther away, Bai Zi's slender figure stood atop a golden Bee Insect, her face equally cold.

Underworld Prison and the Nether Clan had both suffered grievous losses this time.

Many lands had exploded, some fragments of land had been reduced to rubble, much providence had been lost, and both Nether Gods and powerful Nether Clan warriors had suffered devastating casualties in the war.

Yet everyone knew that the war was not truly over.

That old ape, famed throughout the Sea of Mist for his savage slaughter, was by no means someone who would readily give up.

At this moment, he was surely waiting in the Sea of Mist outside Underworld Prison for an opening to exploit.

"Longdi, after Pang Jian left, do you really think you can keep this world's authority firmly in your grasp? If that old ape comes in now, how confident are you?"

After a long silence, Bai Zi could not help pressing him.

Longdi frowned, sensing how utterly incompatible he was with this world, his heart filled with bitterness and helplessness.

Underworld Prison's spiritual energy, providence, and core Great Dao laws had not, because of Pang Jian's departure, all been stuffed into his palm for him to wield as he pleased.

He suddenly