A blue-black meteor streaked high across the skies of the Netherworld.
The light cut across the heavens, moving so fast that even space warped slightly in its wake.
Whenever passing merchant caravans or bandits sensed that undisguised, terrifying presence from afar, they immediately changed direction and gave it a wide berth.
In the Netherworld, only two kinds of people dared fly at full speed so brazenly-those courting death, and those too powerful to fear anyone.
The owner of this blue-black streak of light was clearly the latter.
Loa had been flying at full speed for three whole years.
Throughout those three years, he had barely stopped at all.
Twelve Xunzhen Wind and Thunder wings of light, interwoven with cyan and violet, drove his speed to its limit.
During those three years, Wangcai had shown no sign of waking.
But Loa could sense his soul's presence. That golden light of Auspicious Omen was still protecting his soul essence, fighting against the gray-white death curse.
Three years of erosion had failed to breach Auspicious Omen's defenses, but the death curse showed no sign of weakening either. The two powers remained locked in a stalemate within Wangcai, neither able to overcome the other.
To provide Wangcai's soul with more support, Loa had sent the Middle-Grade Soul Treasure seized from Edmund's Space Ring straight into Wangcai's body.
This Soul Treasure was the very one Edmund had promised Sikaly.
After the gray-white bead entered Wangcai's body, it automatically floated above his soul sea, constantly releasing gentle soul fluctuations that nourished his soul essence.
With the Soul Treasure's support, Wangcai's soul presence remained weak, but at least it had stabilized. This let Loa breathe a little easier-stability meant there was still time.
At last, a great mountain appeared at the edge of his vision.
The Undead