He stopped in his tracks and began to ponder the situation at hand. He had already diverged away from the highway and was situated in a lush forest. As he landed on the ground, all of the surrounding animals and insects quickly fled in alarm. It was a habit of his to find as quiet an environment as possible when he needed to think deeply about something.

The forest was completely silent, and Qin Ye casually strolled back and forth as one question after another sprang up in his mind, allowing him to better arrange his thoughts.

After a long while, a cold smile appeared on his face as he chuckled, "Looks like I underestimated those three. Mictlantecutli and Mictetikasiwa are turning a blind eye to everything and none of the other death gods want to attack these three Abyssal Prefects, either. No matter who attacks them first, they'll be sure to be met by all-out retaliation from the three death gods, and even if they succeed at eradicating the trio, they'll be sure to suffer heavy losses in the process. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn't be all that significant, and perhaps one of them would be inclined to bite the bullet, but under the current circumstances, all of the death gods are looking to conserve their forces, and that's given the three Caribbean death gods space to grow. As a trio of pirates, they must also be aware that they don't mean anything in the context of the world. All of the current surviving underworlds have at least 1,000 years...