The old fiend of Netherworld did not linger, transformed into a purple demonic smoke, and escaped directly.
The ghost sedan and the giant skeleton below did not show any intention of chasing, instead, they were heading straight into the depths of the netherworld.
In the sky, the old fiend of Netherworld looked down at the demonic creatures and devil creatures in the forest, wondering, "Why do these ghostly things gather together every once in a while?"
Although he was a devil cultivator, he had nothing to do with demons, nor did he understand or have any connection with them.
If he killed someone, the demons would ignore him, and if the demons ate people, he wouldn't care; well water never offends river water.
But soon he shook his head.
What the demons did was none of his business.
He flew at a high speed, across the sky, arriving in the territory of the Northern Wolf Empire.
In front of him appeared a mountain range with several people on it, including many women.