“Ah, what a good name. Haha…” Long Chen stiffened. He forced out some laughter.

Although he couldn’t see his own face, he knew that his current smile was definitely very ugly.

“These gates are called the Holders of Evil. Even if you tore down this entire palace, you wouldn’t be able to open them. The Holders of Evil contain the devils and fiends of countless worlds. Every forty-eight thousand years, they will open once, unleashing the souls of those devils upon the hundred domains and thousand prefectures where they will start a slaughter.” The Nethergod looked at the giant gates expressionlessly.

For the Nethergod to say so much to him surprised Long Chen. It seemed that he had a chance.

The Nethergod hadn’t directly killed him on sight. Perhaps there was room for talk. However, with her expressionless face lacking any joy or anger, he didn’t know what to say. Long...