Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

Even when facing the God of the Underworld, Yin Nawei could still say a few words.

In addition, the Netherworld God has a relatively good temper and is only a lower-level god.

Over time, Yin Nawei became increasingly arrogant.

Putting everything else aside, within the Serpent Spirit family, whenever she speaks, Adru and his ten siblings are all silenced.

"Whoosh!"

A small green snake shot out, this time avoiding Heimers and instead attacking Drew who was following behind them.

"Pfft~!"

The little snake, like a sharp sword, pierced directly through Dru's divine armor, but was blocked by his divine power.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~!"

As if a barrage of arrows had been fired, countless small green snakes shot out and covered Drew's entire body.

"Help!"

Drew's expression changed.

He was a barbarian god, or a seven-star demon, but Dru's body was still flesh and blood.

They couldn't withstand such an attack.

"Boom boom boom~!"

The superior divine artifact armor shattered, and silver-gray secret patterns suddenly appeared on his body.

"A Blood-Striped Giant?"

Hemerus's eyes lit up; he saw a runic talent similar to that of the Blood Giant on Drew.

"What material plane did you say you lived in?"

Heimers asked telepathically.

"Bang bang bang~!"

Small snakes exploded one after another, but the silver-gray runes on Drew's body also flickered erratically.

It seemed like it could collapse at any moment.

"Wild plane, my lord."

At this critical moment of life and death, Drew was remarkably polite. Despite the bulging veins on his face, his tone was respectful.

They were afraid that Heimers would abandon them in their time of need.

"A barbaric plane?"

"interesting."

"Boom!"

A golden light suddenly enveloped Drew, and countless small green snakes seemed to have crashed into a speeding tank.

They shattered and vanished into nothingness.

"Why is Hemeros meddling in our battles against others again?"

The seventh elder in the Serpent Spirit roared angrily.

"Boom!"

In the distance, a strange crimson flame suddenly rose up, and within the flame, the faint phantom of a divine bird could be seen.

"Is that a phoenix?"

Hemeros rescued Drew and then left him alone; even the snake spirits dared not come to cause trouble.

The so-called "not killing" was merely Heimers's own plan.

If you really anger him, even if you kill a few snake spirits or even all of them, the Lord of Death won't do anything about it.

However, they are descendants of Yin Nawei, not the Nine-Headed Silver Serpent.

The Lord of Death is a supreme deity; why would he care about them?

Moreover, because they are not pure-blooded, the upper limit of the strength of this group of snake spirits is only seven-star demons.

Not yet.

A seven-star demon might have some value, but a six-star demon is just a consumable like leeks in the highest plane.

In addition, in order to cultivate a good relationship with the Lord of Death, Hemetheus actually stayed at the Underworld Hotel for over a thousand years.

He was even getting tired of the fish caught in the Netherworld Lake.

One can only imagine how many ferocious aquatic beasts have been caught over the past thousand years.

Because of his culinary skills from the Great Foodie Empire, the Death Lord had a particularly deep impression of Hemerus.

"Swish swish~!"

Countless dark green vines receded, revealing a bewitching woman draped in a crimson robe.

"Not a phoenix."

Although Hemeth had never seen the divine beast Phoenix in person, he had seen the Holy Domain magical beast, the Netherfire Phoenix, which was a delicacy at the Netherworld Hotel.

The food tasted quite good thanks to the hotel chef's cooking.

"It's Sabrina?"

"She is a super strong person who roams the underworld and is notorious for her ferocity!"

"It's over, we've missed out on the Netherworld Fruit this time."

It can stay in the purple mist area.

Their strength is at least that of a six-star demon, and among them, there will certainly be powerful individuals who recognize this Sabrina.

I have no recollection of Heimers, but I do not remember him.

"Drew, do you know this Sabrina?"

There were about a dozen powerful individuals gathered in the Purple Mist Zone, but Heimus didn't recognize any of them.

This is normal.

Although he also purchased a lot of information about powerful figures from the Demon Castle.

But it certainly won't be very complete.

The information update speed in the highest plane is appalling, taking at least 100,000 years.

"Yes, I know him. He's a powerful figure who has risen to prominence in our Underworld in the last tens of thousands of years. I heard his true form is the Nine-Headed Divine Bird."

Drew's face gradually darkened.

He was unaware of Heimus's identity, although the influence of a Great Perfection cultivator could definitely affect all eleven planes.

However, compared to established powerhouses, Hemerus's rise to prominence is relatively recent, just as he had never heard of Sabrina.

"It's over, it's over. This guy is Youming. Our hopes of getting the Youming Fruit are gone."

Drew's attitude was similar to that of the dozens of powerful figures on the other side.

Most of the powerful individuals who come to Netherworld Mountain to compete for the Netherworld Fruit are only at the level of Seven-Star Demons.

Even if he's a bit stronger, he's at most a peak seven-star demon.

Because the effect of the Netherworld Fruit has its upper limit, it's impossible to break through the bottleneck from the Palace Master to the Great Perfection.

Otherwise, the Death Ruler wouldn't have been trapped in the non-Great Perfection state for so long.

Neither the water-based clone nor the Death Sovereign clone reached the pinnacle.

He is also the only one among the four rulers who is not at the Great Perfection stage.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Chris is a disgrace to the rule-makers.

This is certainly related to the salted fish of the Death Ruler, and also to her powerful innate talent.

In the magical universe, there seems to be a subtle balance.

The greater one's talent, the more difficult it is to break through the bottlenecks and limitations.

Even in Lin Lei's time, there were fewer than thirty people in the world who were suspected of achieving Great Perfection.

There were none of the mythical beasts.

Even with a special bloodline, there's little impact on strength.

For example, Dennington.

"Splash!"

Almost at the same time Sabrina appeared, the purple mist in the distance began to fade.

Above the Nether Fruit Tree, tiny specks of purple light peeked out from among the branches and leaves.

Although the distance is far.

Enveloped in a purple mist, it was difficult to see clearly, yet those specks of purple still shone like the most dazzling gemstones, constantly radiating a blinding light.

"Netherworld Fruit!!"

"There are still dozens left!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. Ignoring the repeated attacks from the green snake, all the powerful individuals, including Heimers, tried their best to get closer.

At the very least, you should look at it carefully.

"So many Nether Fruits?"

Drew followed suit.

He now seemed to be Lei Sijing's follower, always staying not far behind her.

Even at the most crucial moment in the struggle for the Nether Fruit, Drew did not overstep his bounds.

This pleased Lei Sijing greatly. If this guy could maintain this position, he wouldn't mind giving him an elder position in the Purple Crystal Alliance afterward.

While there was no main divine artifact, there was considerable power of the main god.