Soon, a skeletal figure draped in armor emerged from the dark vortex, striding up to the crowd.
The former Death Knight Rone!
"Wayne, it really is you..."
The two skeletal figures embraced each other in a bear hug, Rone both surprised and helpless: "When we were in the Mortal World, I told you not to step into Hades. The responsibility you bear is heavier than mine. It's only been a short while, and here you are."
"Two months." Wayne had a habit of keeping a diary, remembering very clearly.
"Only two months..."
"Two months is already a long time. To be honest, I'm super powerful now. I could punch out those little scamps from the Subsidiary Gods and make them cry for a long time," Wayne boasted truthfully.
Sukra, lying nearby, nodded repeatedly, still not satisfied after just two months, with a deep impression in mind.
"How strong can one get in two months, even with your talent..."
