As they followed Jiang Feng into the vast, shadowy Netherworld Hall, Wu Feng, Feng Yueji, Demoness and the others finally realized Jiang Feng hadn't been bragging at all.
This really was the Netherworld Hall's headquarters, and the scale was insane!
And it was buried this deep, its roots this entrenched—way beyond anything a normal person could imagine.
Just this one Netherworld Hall was already so colossal; seeing this one corner, you could guess the whole picture. Then the main base of the Eighteen Hells must be unimaginably terrifying…
But the moment they came down, everyone saw Mu Qiuyi standing there with a blank face, still draped in Jiang Feng's jacket.
"This, this lady is…?"
At once, all eyes locked onto Jiang Feng.
Especially Feng Yueji, Demoness, and Kong Guyoulan; all three of them had slightly teasing looks on their faces.
While Shangguan Wan'er, Dong Ruyan and the other girls were seething with girlish indignation, glaring daggers at Jiang Feng.
