Upon listening to his account, Zeke and his men looked at each other in shock.

Netherworld is so mysterious and fascinating. A pool of water can bring people back to life and even control their minds. What kind of magic water is that?

Ares commented cautiously, “If Netherworld really has the means to bring people back from the dead, it'll be terrible news. I mean, so many warriors have died in Eurasia. It'd be horrible if Netherworld took control of them!”

Everyone gasped at his remark.

Zeke shook his head. “Bringing people back from the dead isn't possible. There should at least be some strict conditions that need to be followed. It's impossible for them to resurrect anyone at their fancy. Otherwise, they would've risen if they really had so many warriors under their control and wouldn't be holding back until now.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Perhaps Netherworld could only resurrect those who had just died or those who were assumed to be dead.

Ares asked, “So you stayed in the branch of Netherworld for five years?”

Shawn nodded. “Yes.”

“Why didn't you try to escape?”

“There were many powerful warriors, and I was kept under strict surveillance. I was being watched even when I went out to take a walk, so running away was impossible.”

“Then how did you escape this time?”

“This time, our branch leader, the Tenth Commander, has summoned all members to go out and carry out an urgent task. I came here with the team and found an opportunity to sneak off, but I got caught, so they hung me from the tree. Alas, I don't even know if I'm dead or alive right now. I didn't feel anything when I was hung.”

Zeke's face changed suddenly. “Sh*t, it seems that Jackson has already dispatched his entire army to head to Summerbank before us. We must hurry up and get going.”

“Let's go!” the others echoed.

“Hold on!” Shawn called out. “I have a favor to ask of you, Godfather.”

“Go on,” Ares replied.

“I don't want to live on like this, but I don't even have the ability to end my life now... Please help me, Godfather.”

Ares felt sorry for him.

After all, he was his godson who fought side-by-side with him for five whole years.

Yet, he felt even more miserable seeing Shawn in such a state.

Therefore, he glanced at Zeke. “Great Marshal, Shawn is my godson. I can't do that to him, so I hope that you can do us a favor.”
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