Three Days in Netherworld City, and the sky was still dark and gloomy.
Ordinary martial artists would inevitably feel somewhat oppressed upon entering a mission like this.
Yang Ling closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling utterly refreshed.
"From the looks of it, the major groups hold quite a few qualifications to activate Three Days in Netherworld City."
"Each time I enter, I gain 1,000 points of Mental Power. I currently have 8,000, and after this, I'll have 9,000. I'll soon break through 10,000."
"After 10,000 comes 20,000. After 20,000 comes 30,000."
"Mental Power isn't related to cultivation, but combat strength is real. The higher my Mental Power, the stronger my mental techniques become!"
"Nice!"
Ding Yunxi and Ding Jiangyao exchanged a glance, not daring to disturb Yang Ling.
Two unfamiliar faces stood behind them, currently studying Yang Ling with curiosity.
"Where are those two from last time?"
Yang Ling suddenly opened his eyes and asked the two women.
Ding Jiangyao had just been about to speak when Ding Yunxi beat her to it:
"Mr. Luo, those two from last time were testers from one of our branch companies.
These two are the children of two directors from branch companies under the Mystic Antiquity Ding Clan Alchemy Group.
Let me introduce them. They are..."
"Oh, there's no need for introductions. Let's get to the point first."
Yang Ling understood and went straight to the matter at hand.
"Have the 1,000 Counterfeit Blood Tyrant Pills been prepared?"
The son and daughter of the two directors exchanged glances and wisely remained silent.
Before coming in, their families had repeatedly warned them that they were only here to increase their Mental Power and were not to interfere in anything else.
More importantly, they were not to offend the man before them.