"Human? Dragon? Why would such a strange combination appear in the Underworld?"

The hellhound could not understand. Its shrunken brain made it unable to think so much. It was born a war machine and, as its master's hound, it was destined to be unable to think deeply. Looking at the scene in front of it, it could not understand the situation.

"Hey, human, I advise you to mind your own business. Although my strength and ability are far inferior to yours, I advise you to think carefully about the master behind me!"

"Tsk tsk tsk. The puppy is quite fierce, huh?"

Joelson curled his lips and jumped down from the dragon's back. The cerberus instantly jumped back with vigilance.

This human... did not seem to be a threat...

But its biological instincts told it that this human's strength couldn't be measured by his appearance.

In fact, this human standing on the dragon's back might be even stronger than the giant dragon on the ground.

"How dare a disrespectful inferior creature be so disrespectful to Father. Father, do you need me to crush this inferior creature?"

"No, no, no, Hades, you can't rush things. In the end, the arrogant jester in front of you is just a jester. You have to remember, the jester is just a funny character after all. It still has the information we want."

"I've learned from you, Father."

Hades nodded respectfully.

"Little Dog, who is your master?"

With his hands behind his back, Joelson approached the hellhound without any threat.

"Hehe, I'm afraid of scaring you with who my master is. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Oh, of course, my little dog. If I have time, I would like to visit your master."

Joelson said with a smile, his expression was very kind.

"Hehe, listen well, weak human. My master's name is... ah ah ah ah!"

Suddenly, when he said the last sentence, the cerberus suddenly wailed in pain.

"I was wrong, my master, ah ah ah!"

The soul flame in the hellhound's head flickered and was extremely unstable. It was like a weak candle in a storm that would be extinguished by the terrifying storm.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh!"

"F*ck...!"

With a crack, the body of the cerberus seemed to have been exploded by a bomb. It exploded into pieces. The soul flame floated in the air, looking very miserable.

Energy circulated under Joelson's feet, blowing away the remnants of his bones.

"I'm sorry, I've made a fool of myself!"

A skeleton wearing a black robe shouted from a high mountain.

"Oh... are you its master?"

Joelson shouted loudly.

"No, no, no..."

The black-robed skeleton jumped forward and jumped down the high mountain with a leap of faith.

"I'm not its master, and I wasn't the one who did it just now. That was the contract in its mind. As long as the king's name was mentioned, the contract would be erased. Its brain was not born to talk to people, and it killed itself. You must be joking."

The black-robed skeleton bowed and said respectfully.

"Oh, no, no, no, it's okay. We're not affected."

Joelson waved his hand, indicating that he did not care.

"That's good."

The black-robed skeleton nodded and changed the topic.

"I say, may i trouble this friend for a matter..."

"Oh, please go ahead."

Seeing how polite the other party was, Joelson immediately did not want to make things difficult for him.

"I would like to trouble the three friends to not interfere in the private affairs between our two races. Please be magnanimous and don't interfere."

The black-robed skeleton man said respectfully.

"Hahaha, of course, of course. Then can you tell me your master's name?"

Joelson was very generous and agreed to the other party's request very easily. However, the additional conditions immediately made the black-robed skeleton man embarrassed.

"This... I'm afraid it won't work?"

The black-robed skeleton helplessly shook his head.

"Why?"

Joelson asked in confusion.

"In my head, there is a contract like the Skeleton Hellhound."

The black-robed skeleton pointed at his head with a troubled expression.

"Ah... if that's the case, then it won't be easy to handle..."

Joelson pretended to be distressed.

Since Joelson was unable to get any useful information from this group of people, the hope of getting the information was all placed on that skeleton who was being pursued. He could not let the black-robed skeleton kill the other party so easily, he still had to see if he could get anything out of the mouth of the skeleton who was being pursued.

However, the other party was so polite. As the saying goes, one should not hit a smiling person. He did not want to make things difficult for this person.

"How about this? Your level is also as high as a demigod's. Coincidentally, my level is also a demigod. I'll put my hands behind my back, and you can attack me. If I use my hands to resist or get knocked down by you, you can do whatever you want with this skeleton. But if I put my hands behind my back and dodge a hundred of your attacks, then you can stop chasing after this skeleton. How about that?"

With a smile on his face, Joelson made a suggestion that seemed to be very profitable.

As expected, the black-robed skeleton's eyes lit up when he heard this. He looked at the happy expression on Joelson's face.

Hahaha, wasn't it obvious that he wanted him to win?

This person had simply promised him that he would lose face, which was why he had come up with such a test that was almost certain to win. The black-robed skeleton instantly made a judgment of the situation.

"Alright, many thanks to this friend!"

The black-robed skeleton man bowed, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at the other party.

"It's over... It's over now..."

The skeleton man's heart instantly turned cold.

Joelson's meaning couldn't be any clearer. The other party clearly didn't intend to help him anymore.

With his hands behind his back, he couldn't use his hands to fight against someone of the same level. How was he supposed to fight?

This was a battle between experts of the lower god level. In a battle between people of such a high level, it would only take an instant for the victor to be decided. It was impossible for him to win without using both hands, and it was impossible for him to dodge even a hundred moves from the other party!

How was it possible for him to win? It was just that the other party didn't want to directly agree to the other party's delaying tactic, giving him a way out.

"Damn it... I thought I could be saved... but in the end, I still can't escape the fate of death..."

The skeleton man sat on the ground with a plop, the soul fire in his eyes dimming.

It was true... who was he? The other party had no need to offend an expert with the same strength as him for the sake of a nameless skeleton soldier.

Not to mention, the other party had a terrifyingly large family behind him. Offending such a terrifying force was definitely not going to end well.