With the departure of the Undead Realm's three remaining kings, silence returned to the valley. With no treasure left, the three naturally would not gather again so readily. There was no telling which undead creature would occupy the valley afterward, but whoever claimed it would have nothing to do with Rhodes, who had already left.
After leaving the valley, Rhodes and his two companions flew back the way they had come. They had already pocketed the Undead Realm's greatest treasure, so there was little point in staying. They might as well retrace their route and visit that greedy Dreadlord to squeeze him again. No, not squeeze him-just collect some protection money along the way. After all, since Rhodes had not killed him, didn't that amount to protecting him?
I wonder how many Soul Gold Beads he's saved up over these centuries. What a shame about Nether Emperor Hades's Interspatial Ring. My Innate Divine Ability shattered it outright, and even the fragments were swallowed by the spatial rifts.
Otherwise, I could have gotten rich in one go. What a shame. Sometimes, being too powerful has its drawbacks-not even the spoils survive.
As Rhodes pondered, it was as though lightning suddenly struck his mind. His light-transformed figure stopped instantly. Noticing something unusual about him, Pash stopped as well and flew to his side to guard him while he was deep in thought.
Naturally, Hathaway was not about to fly to Rhodes's side too. She hovered at a distance neither particularly close nor particularly far, watching to see what that "shameless scoundrel" was up to now.
Seeing Rhodes's eyes move, Pash asked urgently, "Big brother? Did something happen?" He thought something had happened to the Hall of the Gods in the Infernal Realm and worried about the safety of his big brother's Wind