Chapter 483: Grudge Spiders

Nine Nether Abyss, Underworld Abyss! Dark-purple miasma flowed like something alive. The deeper it went, the thicker it became, until it turned into an almost solid, ink-black haze. Dante Easton moved through the fog with measured steps, wary of every inch ahead. The deathly aura and resentment in this place were so dense they condensed into tiny black crystals that floated in the air. They occasionally bumped into each other with faint crackles, scattering eerie green sparks. Rascal Runt stayed...