After Feng Yao was slashed and sent flying, morale in the Underworld reached its peak. Ghost Valley saw that things were going badly, and Feng Yao was still unconscious.
"Retreat!"
Everyone from the Holy Realm withdrew.
Cheers erupted throughout the Underworld. Once again, they had defended their home.
Back in the Holy Realm, Ghost Valley returned with his forces, bedraggled and humiliated. When Feng Yao woke and heard that his side had retreated and lost, he was so furious that he passed out again.
The Snow Emperor listened to her subordinates' report. They said someone had suddenly appeared in the Underworld, someone powerful enough to defeat Feng Yao. This piqued her interest.
Ghost Valley, meanwhile, wore a dark expression.
No. I have to destroy the Underworld, or at least seal Hades away. Only then will I have a chance.
After pondering for a long while, he suddenly thought of the BaBoo Family in the Sixth Universe.
Time passed quickly. On Hades's side, word arrived that the Holy Realm had sent people to the Sixth Parallel Universe.
To be safe, he sent people there as well. As it happened, the BaBoo Family was holding a grand ceremony at the time, and almost all its members were present. There was one exception, of course: the one associated with Little Fatty Dong a hundred thousand years later was currently hiding in a corner, asleep.
Ghost Valley rattled off a load of nonsense, putting on an act to deceive them. The moment they began, he struck. A formation took shape in an instant and began frantically draining their life force. At its center lay the Xuanming Coffin, ravenously absorbing energy.
Ghost Valley watched the formation, his face brimming with smug satisfaction. Soon. Any moment now.
He had sent the others away. This time, he