Dead silence.

Their breaths were clearly heavier and quicker than before, but all three men remained completely silent. After some time, Qin Ye abruptly raised his hand and summoned Fate to his hand. Then, in accordance with the methods taught to him by Xu Yangyi for communication, he wrote a few words in the air. At once, the void in front of him fluctuated wildly.

He had three chances to communicate with the Second King Yanluo of Hell.

At once, the silhouette of a fat husky appeared in the space in front of them.

“Woof woof! Yangyi, what the hell is this? Is it edible?”

A split second later, the fat husky was promptly kicked away. Xu Yangyi’s face finally appeared on the screen of light in front of them, “What is it?”

Qin Ye briefly explained everything that they had learnt thus far, and then asked, “I’d like to know what the outcome would be if I intercepted the grand plans of the Russian Underworld and cleansed these lands of the evil plaguing it instead of Liu Yu.”

Xu Yangyi’s eyes gleamed brightly, and then he smiled with relief, “If you manage to do something like that, all odds of establishing a Hanyang Underworld would be entirely foreclosed to them. On the other hand, the faith that you accrue to your name will earn you sufficient merit points to propel you through to the ranks of an Abyssal Prefect. Your name will be celebrated and proliferated through newly unearthed artifacts and relics in Daehan…”

Qin Ye’s heart sank slightly, “Then… does that mean I’d be identified first as a Daeian?”

Rumours are going to spread,...