Chapter 3025

Zi Chen looked at these Second Grades of the King Realm. With a flash of brilliance in his hand, a netherworld token appeared.

"This is the netherworld token. How did you get it?"

Looking at the netherworld token in Zi Chen's hand, the leader of the King Realm said in an unfriendly tone.

"Of course, someone gave it to me. Did I steal it?"

The other party's tone made Zi Chen a little dissatisfied. Naturally, he emphasized his tone.

"Who would give you this first-grade netherworld token?" The King Realm leader obviously did not believe him.

"Someone named Hu Ka!" Zi Chen said.

"Hu Ka?

Is he out of his mind? How could he give you a … "

Before the King Realm leader could finish his words, Zi Chen's aura suddenly burst out. It was the power of the Thunder Body, which was very violent.

When the power of the Thunder Body erupted, there was also a powerful wave raging. With the appearance of this wave, the Second Grades of the King Realm around were shaken off one after another.

The change here attracted the attention of many people in the distance. After perceiving Zi Chen's aura, everyone's face changed.

"You?"

The leader of the Second Grades of the King Realm who had been shaken off looked at Zi Chen in shock.

"What's the matter?"

A cold voice came from behind, and a Third Stage King flew over.

Looking at the incoming King Realm leader, Zi Chen's eyes flashed with a touch of surprise. He had seen him before.

It was You Ming, who had cheered them up when they first came to this world.

"Your Excellency, he has the netherworld token!"

The Second Grades of the King Realm who had been shaken off stood up awkwardly and said.

"Oh?"

The King Realm leader, who Zi Chen had seen before, noticed the change in Zi Chen's eyes and said, "Do you know me?"

"A few months ago, when I first came to this area, I saw you!" Zi Chen said.

The King Realm leader's expression changed slightly. He asked, "Why did Hu Ka give you the netherworld token?"

"He said that you can exchange resources for Superme Crystal here."

Upon hearing Zi Chen's words, Wang Sanpin's expression changed again. He said, "You are that Wang Yipin who has been rumored to have killed several dozen Spiritas?"

"Zi Chen."

Zi Chen said, tacitly agreeing.

"It really is you!"

The faces of the Second-Grade Kings around immediately changed.

It was impossible for the Underworld's influence not to know that such a big thing had happened in this region. They just felt that it was extremely inconceivable, even if someone had already confirmed it.

It was already shocking enough that Wang Yipin could fight against the aboriginals, but it was even more unbelievable that he could kill dozens of them.

"We were looking for you everywhere. I didn't expect you to come here of your own accord." This Wang Sanpin said, "Oh, my name is Di Luo."

Zi Chen nodded. The surrounding Godkings who had heard the news all looked at Zi Chen in shock. They found this unbelievable.

"Come with me. You are now a celebrity in the Netherworld."

Di Luo led Zi Chen forward. Along the way, everyone's gaze fell on Zi Chen. Some were curious, but most were shocked. No one questioned him.

In the past few days, the Spiritas had suffered heavy losses. It was as if they had all gone mad. This news could not be false.

However, they still could not believe that Wang Yipin could kill so many aboriginals.

Perhaps the Second-Grade Kings who had sensed Zi Chen's aura knew that in that instant, they felt the threat of death.

Looking at the Godkings they met along the way, Zi Chen said, "I thought that there would be very few people in the Netherworld."

"There are indeed very few people in the Netherworld. Strictly speaking, these people are not from the Netherworld. They are just reserves," Di Luo said.

"Only those who have passed the test and mastered the power of the Netherworld are true members of the Netherworld. There are less than 655 of them right now."

"What exactly is the power of the Netherworld?" Zi Chen asked.

"You have fought with the aboriginals before. You should know that they are strong because they have a unique power of rules. They can suppress us and increase their battle prowess. The power of the Netherworld can temporarily alleviate the pressure of this rule. As their cultivation level increases, their battle prowess will naturally increase as well."

Di Luo said, "When we lost all hope of awakening, the power of the Netherworld became the only power we had to fight against the aboriginals."

"Hope of awakening?" Zi Chen asked curiously. "What is that?"

"When you see the Lord, he will naturally tell you."

Speaking of the Lord, Di Luo's expression became serious. "If it were not for the Lord, we would have been suppressed even more. We would not have been able to turn things around."

Zi Chen nodded. He agreed with this because the Netherworld had always been fighting against the aboriginals.

Under Di Luo's lead, Zi Chen met the Lord.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a long black robe. His aura was steady. Although he did not deliberately release it, Zi Chen could still feel how powerful he was.

"Lord, this is Zi Chen. He is the one who has caused the Soul Race to suffer great losses recently."

After Di Luo brought Zi Chen here, he turned and left.

"Zi Chen, welcome."

The middle-aged man looked at Zi Chen with a kind smile on his face.

"Zi Chen greets the Lord." Zi Chen clasped his hands.

"When we heard about you, we were very surprised.

If I were not certain that all the Awakening Altars in this world were destroyed by the aboriginals, I would have thought that you had awakened that power, "the middle-aged man said.

"What kind of power?" Zi Chen asked. Di Luo had mentioned it before, but he did not give a clear answer.

"A power that should have belonged to us. It is also the power that we should have after coming to this world.

We need to rely on an ancient altar to awaken. Unfortunately, those Awakening Altars were all destroyed by the aboriginals. "

The middle-aged man's eyes showed a trace of pity. "If the altars were still there, we, who had awakened our power, would not be weaker than the aboriginals. We might even be stronger."

Zi Chen's eyes showed a trace of shock. They had guessed it before, but now that their guesses were true, there was no hope.

"There is not a single altar?" Zi Chen asked unwillingly. "Could there be one that we did not discover?"

The middle-aged man knew what Zi Chen was thinking. Over the years, he had told this to many Netherworld beings. When they first heard about it, they were like Zi Chen. After all, nothing was absolute.

"More and more God Race beings are coming. The lowest level of the God King Celestial Realm is almost completely occupied by us. If there were altars, they would have been discovered long ago."

The middle-aged man continued, "Moreover, the aboriginals were once the guardians who guarded the altars for us, preventing them from being destroyed by the Heavenly Beasts."

When Zi Chen heard this, he let out a sigh of disappointment. If they were the guardians, they would know the number of altars. If they wanted to destroy them, they would not leave a single one behind.

He did not expect it to be like this.