Loa was not angered by the black-haired boy in white robes sneering at him.
The Netherworld.
He had clearly said Hell, yet the teleportation array they had been directed into had sent them to the Netherworld instead-it took no thought at all to figure out what had gone wrong.
The face of Hodan, that Planar Overseer, flashed through Loa's mind. The man had given him a reason to kill him!
"Boss, what do we do?" Wangcai asked.
"Since we're here, we might as well settle in. We would have come to the Netherworld sooner or later. Since this is heaven's will, let's start our adventures here," Loa replied.
"Hey, what are you two muttering about? Get over here. Once our captain arrives, we'll be leaving right away," the black-haired boy in white robes called to them.
Loa and Wangcai said nothing and walked over to the main group.
More than a hundred arrivals from various Material Planes had already gathered here. Most were Saints, with few Lowgods and even fewer Middle Gods.
Apart from Loa and Wangcai, the Middle Gods could be counted on one hand.
Some still wore clothing unique to their own planes, some carried oddly shaped weapons, and quite a few belonged to other races.
When they saw Loa and Wangcai approach, although everyone had witnessed the earlier scene-Loa asking, "Is this Hell?" and being mocked by the white-robed guard-they were not those white-robed guards.
Two Middle Gods stood far above the rest of this group in combat strength. Many lowered their heads, not daring to meet Loa's eyes. One Saint even quietly retreated half a step, slipping behind the others.
After another while, the teleportation array lit up and went dark for the last time. No one else teleported in.
Just then, a powerful fluctuation of