“Hey~~ Calm down, calm down… Look at how your fur is all ruffled up now. Good boy~~~” Dogballs quickly helped to smoothen out the Harken’s fur. And then--...

“Holy shit!!! Let go! Let go!!! He’s the one who took the divine molt, so why are you biting me?! Sss… Agh! I’m bleeding! I’m bleeding!!! Hurry up and let go of my hand, you rebel!!!”

After much effort, Qin Ye finally managed to peel the mad dog away from his arm. He immediately lifted his sleeves to take a closer look at his wounds, only to see a row of dents on his skin. Fortunately, it didn’t puncture the skin.

“... Did you really have to do that? It’s just the disappearance of the divine molt. At most, we can just abandon the forward base to the sea of blight vermin. They’ll vanish as soon as they finish devouring the old Hell, and there will be nothing more to worry about them. So, did you really have to bite me that hard?!”

The Harken didn’t respond immediately. Instead, it gazed deeply into the writhing sea of blight vermin below, and then turned to the sporadic netherflames located back in the buildings that hadn’t yet been submerged. These represented the dying flames of Fengdu Necropolis. They were practically consumed by the violent sea of blight vermin, and the Yin soldiers patrolling the forward base weren’t able to reach these at all.

And when these netherflames were finally extinguished, the old Fengdu Necropolis would finally be washed away by the effluxion of time and become nothing more than a memory in the annals of the new Hell.

“It’s fine.” Qin...