"..."
Chen Qiu didn't speak again, just tiredly shook his hand, flinging out millions more Spirit Stones. Only after the host absorbed more than enough did the cracks in the entire corridor slowly begin to fade away again.
Finally, it returned to normal.
He didn't know why he used the word "finally," just felt like a long time had passed.
In his life, he had experienced many things, and he always felt that everything was under his control. Even if he lost, he had a backup plan. Only this time, he was truly out of patience—if this corridor broke, he would die here.
It wasn't even certain if he could enter the underworld.
He didn't even know where exactly this place was!!!
Was there some place belonging to the underworld he could go to?
