บท 1384: Di Ting… Transforms

A burst of cracking sound rang out from Di Ting's homeland in Nether Prison, like the sound of bones hitting on bones. As time went by, it grew louder and louder until it sounded as deafening as thunder.

The experts of the whole homeland were shocked and terrified.

Di Ting, shrouded in a black fog, looked indifferently at the place where the sound came from. There, Nether Puppeteer Patriarch was writhing, and her body was healing. A terrible aura spread from her, pressing at the void and making it tremble.

It was not until a long time later that everything returned to calm.

Narrowing his eyes, Di Ting glanced at Nether Puppeteer Patriarch. Her hair was spreading behind her as she raised her head, showing her fair and slender neck. A black robe rolled down and wrapped her body, hiding her in darkness. Then, she slowly walked forward.

"Have you recovered?" Di Ting asked in his warm voice.

Nether Puppeteer Patriarch nodded.