Netherworld Retrograde

"What should we do?" A Withered tried to launch an attack, but its spiritual energy was instantly frozen, so it had no choice but to ask, "Just let him go?"

The middle-aged man spoke, "It’s alright, just a Four Awakenings. Even if he has some tricks up his sleeve, he can’t reach a higher level, just like that person six years ago. Even if he escaped to Snow Mountain with severe injuries, could he really have come down again?"

"That time, we also lost quite a bit... None of those who pursued him ever returned."

"After all, if he came with us, he wouldn’t die, but climbing up Snow Mountain is certain death. Truly foolish!"

"It’s a pity, such a human with abundant life force... If converted successfully, the efficiency would have been higher than that of ordinary villagers. The maintenance time would also have been longer!"

"I just regret his equipment. It seems he had several pieces of Spiritual Ability Equipment, especially that long spear! Top-notch quality." A Withered sighed, "And such good stuff will be buried within Snow Mountain, never to be recovered again. What a selfish fellow; even in death, he wouldn’t leave his belongings behind."

"His strength really was impressive. To have held on until now with one arm broken, if he was in his prime... We might not have really been a match for him."

"He might still be a famous genius outside, but here, he is still chased down by us." A Withered chuckled, and his severed arm quickly regenerated.

Indeed, even the most potent geniuses, faced with these immortal beings, could only flee in disarray.

They could make countless mistakes, but their opponent only needed to make one, and it was game over.

This had allowed them to defeat many powerful enemies, including Angel Teams and teams of human Spiritual Ability Users...