Truce

Death God narrowed his eyes, his gaze like blades as he stared at Mo Chen. In a cold voice, he said, "Where is Rody? We must ensure his safety."

Mo Chen said nothing more. With a wave of his hand, Rody's body fell out of the void.

His face was pale and his expression listless; he had clearly suffered serious injuries.

"Rody!"

Death God hurried forward, supporting Rody's body as he carefully examined him. Only after confirming that he was unharmed did he finally breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Now, it is time for you to honor your promise." Mo Chen's tone was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority.

Death God nodded. With a wave of his hand, a fissure tore open in the void, and Li Chonglou slowly emerged from it.

He appeared completely uninjured, though his expression was somewhat dazed, as if he were confused by the situation before him.

"Chonglou!" Zheng Qiufeng and Immortal Venerable Qingyang rushed forward excitedly, carefully checking his condition.

"Martial Uncle? Senior Brother?"

When Li Chonglou saw the two of them, a flash of shock crossed his eyes. "How are you here?"

He abruptly turned and looked around. Seeing the armies of the Immortal Realm and Netherworld facing off, as well as Mo Chen conversing with Death God and the others, he immediately understood what had happened.

"Chonglou, are you hurt?" Zheng Qiufeng asked anxiously.

Li Chonglou shook his head. "I'm fine."

Immortal Venerable Qingyang snorted coldly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the people of the Netherworld.

"You people of the Netherworld have some sense after all. If you had dared harm even a hair on his head, my Sword Sect would never have let the matter rest!"

Seeing that Li Chonglou was safe and sound, Mo Chen nodded at Death God, his