"Whew!"
As the Nether River unwillingly exited, Shen Tu next to Yu Yuan finally let out a long breath of relief.
Facing the Nether River, such a genuine God of Slaughter, to say that Shen Tu had no mental pressure would be impossible.
If he were to fall here, relying on Yu Lei alone to maintain the normal course of history would become exponentially more difficult.
Speaking of Yu Lei, Shen Tu suddenly looked in a direction not far away.
"Did you kill the Miling Goddess?"
Hearing this, Yu Lei, with his chest bare, black beard wild, and two horns on his head, revealed his form.
"This time, there were no surprises, and none of the Pathfinders stepped in to stop it."
Yu Lei's voice appeared deep and majestic, sounding even more fierce than Shen Tu with the tiger head and human body.
However, upon hearing Yu Lei's words, Shen Tu unexpectedly revealed a trace of helplessness and sadness.
