Every time Rommel rattled off a prestigious name of a Netherworld creature, Helen would scream.
Their status in the Netherworld is akin to the Royal Salute in the world of liquor.
With high-ranking Magical Beasts like ram-horned creatures wielding enormous spiked hammers as the main force, the strength of this Netherworld army isn't just strong—it's exceptionally strong.
Compared to these organized Netherworld demons, any army would be dwarfed by comparison.
"Aren't these Underworld Clan planning to go back? The Malong Crystal Teleportation Array only uses the Yin Wind Valley of the Netherworld as the power source to reach the Aegean, but this is a one-way teleportation. If they want to return, where could they find so many Wind Magic Tutors to initiate the teleportation array for such an army?" A flash of insight appeared in Liu Zhenhan's somewhat muddled mind: "Obischillaci! Could it be they're aiming for the underground Gang Wind?"
"Smart." Rommel raised his thumb.
