Levi laughed:
"Long time no see."
The Black-armored man sighed:
"Yeah, due to work reasons, I haven't been to Hell for many years. This time, thanks to my leadership's trust, I became a merchant on this eighth level of the Netherworld Market. I didn't expect to see you here."
Levi's heart was stirred.
It seems that even Netherworld Market merchants have different degrees, the lower you go, the more advanced.
When Levi was still weak, he couldn't accurately perceive the burly man's level.
Now it seems that the man is just at level 8 late stage cultivation.
He's still very strong, at the level of a top wizard organization's leader.
But he no longer feels oppressive, after all, Levi is also level 8.
The Black-armored man was truly shocked inside.
He and Levi had been apart for only a few hundred years.
For civil servants of the Underworld, who have control over life and death and a long lifespan, this is nothing.
In a daze, he seemed to see a figure like Sauron again.
