Netherworld King opened his mouth, all of his teeth had fallen out, and half of his tongue had been cut away; his eye sockets were two hollow pits, with no bullet holes in his head. The fatal wound wasn't in his head—he had either died when beheaded or after enduring extreme torture, before someone removed his head.
Regardless, he was dead, and those Dead Soldiers he controlled were forced to remain where he had died.
How could this be… The Netherworld King had thousands of Dead Soldiers with him, and anyone who approached him would only be killed by the invisible dead.
"You could control this wretch with a neutralizer, Johnny. You could also use the Black Medicine formula and money to control the governments of those small countries," Wei Tianyang said calmly, still looking out the window.
The window slowly closed, and the cold air from the air conditioner stopped leaking outside, making the temperature in the room seem a bit cold.
Johnny turned to look at the door of the room.
