In Netherworld City.
At the heart of Netherworld City lay a gigantic palace, a structure of bare bones surrounded by the eerie flow of nether blood through its skeleton, creating an atmosphere of extreme malignancy!
This was the Netherworld Palace!
Within the Netherworld Palace, at this moment, three powerful beings were seated in a circle around an old man with one arm, each of them casting spells with all their might.
Each of the three powerful beings radiated a bloody light that they were funneling into the body of the old man in their midst.
However, no matter how much of the bloody light they infused, the old man's pallor did not improve at all—he seemed close to death.
In the end, the three had to stop their efforts.
"Alas…"
With a long sigh, one of the three powerful beings spoke helplessly,
"Blood Cauldron's injury is too strange and demonic."
"Even with the combined force of us three Ghost Monarchs, there's not the slightest improvement…"