"You're saying a Human Kind at only level 10001 is sitting in the northwest of the Whispering Graveyard, looking down in contemplation while openly displaying his true name?"
The Whispering Graveyard Lord sat upon a throne built entirely of feces. Its enormous dung beetle horn swayed slightly, and its whole body sank involuntarily.
"Yes, my lord. That Human Kind named Zhou Heng is just sitting there, seemingly paying us no regard at all."
"I fear there's a trap."
Level 10001!
A feeble Human Kind!
Wanted!
Anyone could understand those individual pieces of information, but put together, they gave the many beings of "Divine Truth" pause.
After all, the ones who had issued the warrant for the level 10001 Human Kind "Zhou Heng" were neither it nor the other Abyss deities of the Whispering Graveyard, but the Abyss Lords seated at the end of the Endless Abyss.
How could a Human Kind whom the "Abyss Lord" had personally ordered captured possibly be easy to handle?
To be honest, after discovering the various problems, it had even brought out its most closely guarded divine artifact: a "Golden Giant Turd" with a level as high as 12.4 million.
It could be said that it had been brimming with confidence, certain it could capture the Human Kind named "Zhou Heng" and personally deliver him to the "Abyss Lord."
But now, it had heard that not only was he not fleeing, he was even sitting high above them, looking down upon them as though surveying all beings. What did that mean?
He was fucking telling them outright that unless the "Abyss Lords" appeared, they could not take him down.
"My lord, shall we still attack?"
"No. Play it safe and see what the other factions do! There's something very wrong with this one."
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