Qin Ye soon caught up with Arthis, and they continued dashing forward together. Hell was shrouded in dead silence right now. Both Arthis and Qin Ye didn’t even bother exchanging glances. They simply stared straight forward, into the dark cloud in the sky, where a twisted, scarlet vortex had just appeared.

It was massive.

It was approximately fifty meters tall, and it looked no different from a bloody rift.

“Whatever comes our way, you have to remain calm.” The two leaders of Hell had already transformed back to their Emissary state, and Arthis’ hair scattered about menacingly as they continued forward. She cautioned, “The specialties of each underworld is different from the other, and it’s simply impossible to predict what exactly they are. That said… you probably wouldn’t worry about these things with the heart that you have in any event.”

Is this your final attempt at suppressing the stifling tension here? Qin Ye smiled faintly, while his wildly thumping heart gradually softened.

That’s right. We’re the mainstream Emissaries of Hell. I’m diligent, I lead by example, and I inspire confidence in my subjects. So why should I feel such great apprehension when I’m simply about to meet some of the old subordinates of Hell?

As the blood vortex drew closer and closer, it appeared no different from a thin veil that separated two worlds, almost as though it were fading in and out of existence. Bunches of yellow paper money began to scatter across the skies and drift down from above. Countless eyes on either side of...