Lynn had no idea Lin Chen was busy screwing over his own father.
Following the Bloodline Tracking Method, he had located Lin Chen, then spent another three days reaching the outskirts of the Bone Monarch's territory.
He did not enter directly. Instead, he sent out part of the Shadow Insect Swarm to scout carefully and sense the situation within the territory.
What he sensed was staggering: nine Lord-level auras, and tens of millions of elite undead and all kinds of wraith beasts!
The entire territory was packed solid. From the outskirts to the palace, undead filled every inch of ground.
Skeleton formations, zombie hordes, wraith clouds, and lich bands overlapped in layer upon layer, like a grayish-white sea.
Lynn hid behind a low hill, making no rash moves.
Nine Lords. Tens of millions of undead.
Their numbers were enormous, but he was not afraid.
With his Stigma Intermediate Stage strength, the many Stigma-level combatants in his Stigma World, and the armies of its various races, he could crush them with overwhelming force if it came to a fight.
But that would mean going to war with the entire Netherworld. Winning one battle would not settle it.
If a full-scale war really broke out, the commotion would certainly alert the thing at the bottom of the River Styx.
He was not ready to face an Immortal yet.
That thing was at the True Spirit level. He was still only at the Stigma Intermediate Stage, nowhere near even the threshold of True Spirit.
"I can't rush this. At the very least, I can't go to war with the entire Netherworld," Lynn told himself.
But with Lin Chen hiding inside the territory, he could not wait forever either. That child had spent so many years in the Netherworld that he had patience to