Indeed, madmen tend to flock together!
The mysterious Nether God, despite its residual divine might, didn't continue to intercept.
The Phoenix Master kept struggling but couldn't shake off Gary Smith's control. Instead, it was lifted into midair and the Dragon Head covered in Bone Spikes peered at it, chuckling:
"Do you recognize your mistake now? If you tell me which Nether God is behind you, I might sing with you!"
The Phoenix Master didn't answer, already realizing that Gary Smith was the true madman.
Even this mysterious deity of the Netherworld, indeed, did not make a move.
Perhaps the cost of action was too great, or perhaps...
It had already been abandoned!
Even Gary Smith couldn't deal with it, just a weakling, unworthy of Ascension to God, to stand alongside them.
The Phoenix Master closed its eyes, memories of the Long Eons of waiting, the endless waiting, eternal regret, and...
The Heavenly Phoenix Palace!