Vast as the mountains, and boundless as the seas. It was like staring at the skies beyond and feeling overwhelmed with the fact that one was no more than a drop in the ocean. It was a stifling sensation.

This was a display of might used as the tyrannical precursor to negotiations. The Yin energy around the Black Mamba swirled subserviently, almost as though they were all paying tribute to their master. Unfortunately, just like the sun, Qin Ye couldn’t see the Black Mamba’s appearances clearly no matter how hard he tried.

Is this a Yama-King’s true form?

What a terrifying monster…

Suppressing his wildly beating heart, Qin Ye clenched his fists and bowed sincerely, “Prefect Qin, Emissary of Hell, humbly greets Lord Mythic Spirit.”

He wasn’t bowing in subservience to another underworld, but bowing in respect for a Yama-King’s might and authority.

As he spoke, the colossal skeletal serpent’s bones immediately coiled up and began to hover in the sky. Seconds later, two spots of golden netherflames spanning at least ten meters large each lit up in the skull of the skeletal serpent and stared intently at Qin Ye, “Angel of the East… Please have a seat.”

With that, the stifling pressure in the surroundings suddenly eased up, and Qin Ye finally managed to get a better look at the sights around him.

There was a ten-meter long table covered with a brightly-coloured tablecloth located right in front of the Mythic Spirit. Six chairs were placed on each side of the long table, with one seat located right at the...