Everyone's expressions showed a hint of guilt, feeling that they hadn't been able to help Xia Feng at all, and instead, Xia Feng had to think of ways to enhance them.
Xia Feng's expression, however, did not change, instead becoming even more resolute: "Sooner or later, we all need to improve."
Xia Tianming couldn't persuade Xia Feng, so he simply talked about the strange happenings in the Dream Realm Pearl: "I don't know if it's because of the outside, but there seems to be a faint touch of death qi here."
Xia Feng paused, then suddenly thought of something and spoke with a smile: "This has nothing to do with the outside; it's mainly because of a prisoner I've captured."
He beckoned, and the head of one of the twelve Netherworld Kings he had previously captured emerged from the base of the nearby mountain range, flashing into his palm.
Even though it was already dead, the pressure belonging to the Netherworld King still caused some distortion to everything around.
