Glancing sidelong as Chen Hao left with Ye Yuqiao, the King, despite his anxiety, was helpless. What's more, at the moment, he was more worried about the Blood Moon Evil Subduing Sword pressing against his back.
Five minutes had passed.
The crowd below had not dispersed; instead, more and more people were flocking to the scene. Everyone knew that the King was inside that strange black shadow and were deeply concerned for his well-being.
The more people gathered, and the greater the sounds of concern arose from below, the more ashamed the King felt. At that moment, he even felt some gratitude for the dark Nether King's Power swallowing him.