In response to the Netherworld King’s question, Su Yi merely laughed. “You’re trapped here. How are you qualified to become my enemy?”

The Netherworld King’s beautiful eyes were increasingly indifferent, and her smooth, slender fingers brushed gently against her armrests. “Tell me, Fellow Daoist: do you think the source power of the City of the Wrongfully Dead can confine me for the rest of my life?”

Before Su Yi answered, she continued, “Since you can control the power of that tombstone, you ought to have sensed it. The source of the City of the Wrongfully Dead is weakening. Although I don’t know why, I can guess that numerous changes have taken place in the Netherworld over the past few years.”

Su Yi instantly fell silent.

The Netherworld King was right. The source of the City of the Wrongfully Dead really was weakening.

Even before coming to the City of the Wrongfully Dead, he’d discussed this with the Night Watchmen. Their tentative conclusion was that the source of the Netherworld as a whole had somehow changed, resulting in numerous changes throughout its vast territories over the past few years.

Like what had transpired here in the City of the Wrongfully...