Chapter 4:

Arista swallowed saliva, looking at her giant hand, suddenly realizing and understanding what she had done.

Oh... it seemed she had killed herself...

Realizing that she had killed herself with her hands, Arista was immediately filled with extreme panic.

She trembled, crawling and dragging herself to her body, her hand shaking as she didn't know where to touch her body. How about her head? It seemed slightly crooked; how would she lift it without accidentally breaking it? Her arms, were they OK? They seemed to have an odd curve; could she even lift them? And her legs? They looked OK... But wait! Why were her knees bending forward?

In the end, Arista trembled, hugging her waist and pulling her upper body up. As expected, as soon as she lifted herself, her head fell backward at an angle she couldn't tell! It seemed her neck was broken entirely...

Arista whimpered, "Great... Great Demon Lord..."

It was so tragic, so tragic. Arista was heartbroken to the point she even forgot to cry, muttering aimlessly, "What should I do now..."

In her confusion, she heard distant thundering noises. Arista raised her head and saw a group of soldiers from the Red Moon Pack flying rapidly toward her.

Leading them was Beta Henry, whom Arista recognized. He had invited her and her master to drink together before. But now, Beta Henry didn't recognize her. He shouted, "Prisoner, don't run!" Before he even finished speaking, a lightning bolt struck her.

Alpha Levi's body was unharmed, but her natural body was burned in several places.

Her body was already miserable; did she want it to turn to ashes too? No, she couldn't!

Arista, in a state of panic, looked around in all directions. Remembering the order Chris had fled earlier, she hurriedly hugged her body and didn't care about anything else as she flew up to the sky. In her extreme panic, she forgot to turn around and look back. She only passed briefly before leaving the Red Moon Pack soldiers far behind.

Landing in the Mortal Realm, Arista found herself surrounded by emptiness. Finally, she felt some peace. She looked at her soft and blackened body and tried to shake it, "Isn't Alpha Levi's soul unable to reincarnate? Where could he run off to? Even if he meets death, he should heal my body first. He wouldn't be following me around, right?" Arista looked around anxiously, "Great Demon Lord? Levi? Hu hu, seems like he's gone..."

"Your Highness... Your Highness!"

While Arista was crying without tears, a hurried voice came from afar. Arista quickly hugged her body, tensing up and looking in that direction. She saw an old man with a white beard chasing after her, falling in front of her, and even before standing firmly, he knelt, gasping and sobbing, "Humble subject... humble subject is from the Dead Land Pack, pays respects to Your Highness..."

"Dead Land Pack?" Arista heard these two words and wanted to run away immediately. But thinking about her current identity, she felt it was better than meeting someone from the Red Moon Pack. The older man prostrated himself while Arista was evaluating him, seemingly hoping to be as lowly as mud.

"Congratulations on Alpha Levi's return to the three packs!"

Seeing his extremely respectful appearance, it was as if he wished he could grovel like dirt in front of her.

"Since the great battle between the Dead Land Pack and the Red Moon Pack, I, a humble subject from the Red Moon Pack, have acted as a spy. Today, when the Tunderman Tower's sound collapsed and echoed throughout the Immortal Realm, this humble subject knew that Your Highness had escaped the danger. Therefore, I deliberately came to welcome Your Highness." The old man with the white beard knelt before Arista, seemingly wanting to approach and hug her legs, but Arista secretly pulled her legs back, "Your Highness is truly the Supreme of the Dead Land Pack. Along the way just now, apart from this humble subject specializing in fast techniques, no one else could catch up to Your Highness."

The old man continued to bow before Arista, "Your Highness, since ancient times, after Your Highness disappeared, our Dead Land Pack has been oppressed by the Red Moon Pack all year round. Now, the strategist Silco has unified the Dead Land Pack's Underland, waiting only for Alpha Levi's return to lead us, the humble ones, to regain the supreme authority of ruling the heavens and earth. Since the last great battle between the Dead Land Pack and the Red Moon Pack, the Lycan King has been in a coma; once Alpha Levi defeats General Jason, the Dead Land Pack will achieve a great victory..."

Arista's head was still in turmoil, and hearing his words felt like a swarm of flies buzzing in her ears. It wasn't until he mentioned a familiar name that Arista suddenly said, "General, Jason is a good person."

The older man with the white beard, speaking fervently, was taken aback when he heard this and straightened his back slightly but didn't dare to lift his head. "Your Highness?"

"General Jason and Luna Mina, his daughter, are both good people. They shouldn't be attacked."

Alpha Levi called the daughter of the War God? Luna... Mina? And... he even said they were good people?

According to legend, the Alpha Levi, who once dominated the three packs, could lift a mountain with a wave of his hand. Who would have thought he would be straightforward in distinguishing right from wrong?

The person who could move extremely fast felt that if it weren't for his age being too old and his ears having issues, it must be that Alpha Levi was too old and his mind had problems. "Your Highness? That person..." He still didn't dare to examine Alpha Levi casually. At this moment, when he finally looked up, he realized that Alpha Levi was holding the miserable-looking body of a female.

"Oh no..." the person who could move extremely fast immediately kowtowed, trembling and not daring to ask anything, only echoing, "As Your Highness says."

"Sir..." Arista suddenly thought of something and asked the person who could move extremely fast, "Did you see any ghosts?"

The older man with the white beard was so scared that his buttocks trembled. "I didn't see any, I didn't see any, this humble one didn't see any, nor do I want to see any!"

"Stop trembling." Arista sighed. Alpha Levi's soul must have already gone to the Underworld. Wasn't it said that he couldn't reincarnate? Arista puffed up, not wanting to be killed by Levi but also not wanting to be an eternal man who wouldn't grow old or die. "No, I must meet the King of the Underworld!"

The older man with the white beard was horrified to hear this, and he looked surprised at Arista. Seeing her hugging her body, intending to turn and leave, he didn't know where he gathered the courage and rushed forward, hugging Arista's legs and shouting, "You can't, Your Highness! You can't! Your Highness is the hope of the Dead Land Pack! If you have any thoughts that are not clear, this humble one is willing to bear the burden for you! You can't die!"

"Let go, let go." Arista shook her leg and pushed the person who could move extremely fast away. "Who said I want to die? I want to meet the King of the Underworld."

At times, when the mind was a mess, one's determination would be even firmer than usual. Arista remembered that her master had once said to her that the seal maintained the order of the three packs and that their souls had to enter the realm of the dead when mortals died. Therefore, she wanted to use this immortal body of the great demon lord to enter the realm of the dead and find a way to break the seal of the three packs because that seemed the only way.

But breaking the seal of the three packs...

"An insignificant Tunderman tower is not enough. Only by relying on the power of this formation can we break the seal of the three packs."

This arrogant statement suddenly appeared in Arista's mind.

Levi said this when he set up the formation in the tower.

How did he set up the formation, then? Arista tried to recall carefully. Her memory was excellent. When she was still a little wolf, her master often wrote mantras beside her. Sometimes, he wrote a very long mantra, and by the end, he forgot what he had written before. At that time, Arista would gladly recount everything she remembered and proudly stretch her leaves, waiting to be praised.

The incantations and spells appeared one after another in Arista's mind, and she excitedly grabbed the person who could move extremely fast and asked, "Where is the Dead Man City? Take me there quickly!" It was the place with the heaviest aura in the Green Forest Pack, the closest location to the realm of the dead, and setting up the formation to break the seal of the three packs there would be the most convenient.

Since Arista grabbed her, the person who could move extremely fast stammered, "There, there... it's over here. I'll take you; I'll take you."

They were swift and arrived at the Dead Man City in less than half an hour. At this time, it was Chinh Ngo, and many people were still on the road. Arista suddenly detected an abnormal aura.

It was a sinister aura.

To have such an aura during noon, it must be the Demon City indeed.

Arista searched along the road and finally found the place with the heaviest aura. Looking at the dilapidated house, Arista didn't want to step inside.

In this place where the three packs converged, in that dark crevice, there were many impure auras of the Green Forest Pack, such as the desire for power, the appetite for the flesh, resentment, hostility, and anger, all turned into ugly monsters, lurking in the corners, waiting to pounce and tear anyone who passed by.

The older man with the white beard hid behind Arista, pulling her sleeve. "Your Highness, although this may be disrespectful, we'd better not get close to this place. People say this is the dirtiest place in the Demon City."

Could such a cowardly person be from the Dead Land Pack?

Arista glanced at him, immediately seeing a strange gray aura from the old, worn door. It seemed like the person who could move extremely fast couldn't see it and only knew to look around behind her.

This should be the special reception only available to Alpha Levi's body. He could see all the evil and malice in the world...

Arista swallowed her saliva, inwardly repeating a hundred times, "I am Levi." Then, she closed her eyes and opened them again. Her crimson pupils glowed bright light, and her gaze focused on the black aura approaching her.

A sharp scream echoed instantly, and the black aura immediately dissipated.

Arista's gaze remained firm as she continued to step into the old and worn house.

Her current body was compelling, and her determination was more vital than ever. She feared death the most, so now she had to exert all her strength to stay alive.

Arista used Alpha Levi's blood to draw the formation, and even before she broke the wall, she felt the earth tremble.

Indeed, Alpha Levi's blood was extraordinary!

The demons in the courtyard ran away screaming, and the old man with the white beard crawled on the ground, wailing pitifully, "Your Highness, did you abandon the great cause of our Dead Land Pack for a female immortal? We, your people, have been waiting for you for thousands of years! For thousands of years!"

Hearing this, as Arista passed the door to the Underworld, she stopped and turned to look at the old man with the white beard, seriously saying, "You're right. For her, I can do anything. I am a great demon lord who can do whatever I want, acting for my interests, totally disregarding the life and death of the Dead Land Pack's people. So, don't expect anything from me anymore. Peacefully stay in the Underworld!"

The older man with the white beard cried even harder.

Arista hugged her body and calmly stepped into the realm of the dead.

Along the way, the river of flowers bloomed everywhere, and everything was so quiet that one could hear the sound of the deathly river flowing from afar.