Reborn group pet, the boss begs for forgiveness

Ye Xianglin, the man with the reputation of the son of the Dark God, is known to the world as the fierce successor of the Netherworld. However, he does not seem to have much interest in ruling the realm of the dead. Since Ye Xianglin has been away from the realm for many years, Felir has taken over his previous tasks, doing those boring and tedious tasks day after day.

In the underworld, a place shrouded in darkness, the gods fought fiercely during the day. Their powers collided wantonly in the air, as if they were going to tear the whole world apart. Every collision was accompanied by a loud noise that shook the world and made people tremble with fear. Their eyes were filled with anger and determination, as if they were going to kill each other.

However, after nightfall, everything became different. The gods put aside their hatred during the day, sat together, drank, talked and laughed. Their laughter echoed in the night sky, as if the fight during the day was just an illusory dream that never really happened. At this moment when day and night alternated, the gods' moods also changed subtly.

Gods from different realms were also involved in this melee. Some gods had wings on their backs, soaring in the sky. They launched thrilling aerial battles during the day, with the wind and clouds changing color as their wings flapped; at night, they drank wine together under the stars and shared stories with each other. Other gods controlled the power of nature. During the day, they drove wind, fire, thunder and lightning to attack each other; at night, they sat quietly together, admiring the twinkling stars in the night sky and feeling the tranquility and beauty of nature.

In this melee, the emotions of the gods also become complicated. They are no longer just fighting machines, but flesh and blood. They get tired, get hurt, and find a moment of peace and comfort in the laughter of the night.

When Ferrier saw Ye Xianglin, he couldn't help but secretly groan in his heart. He knew that Ye Xianglin's return meant that he would lose his freedom again and fall into endless trivialities again. There was a trace of helplessness and sorrow in his eyes, as if he was telling of his dissatisfaction with the current situation. However, he also understood that this was his fate and he could not escape it.

Ye Xianglin's eyes revealed a kind of indifference and alienation, he seemed to be tired of all this. His figure appeared lonely and resolute in the darkness, as if he was fighting against the whole world. Maybe he had unknown difficulties in his heart, or maybe he was just looking for some answers.

In this chaotic world, Feilier and Ye Xianglin are struggling in the vortex of fate. Their story may be just a microcosm of the many gods in the underworld, but how will their fate be written?

"This is trouble, how could I run into this guy..." He secretly groaned in his heart, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead involuntarily. He thought he could be free and easy in the realm of God for a while, exploring the mysteries and wonders therein, but he didn't expect to meet Ye Xianglin so soon. There was a trace of despair and helplessness in his eyes. "Ye Xianglin, why are you here?" Ferrier asked with a bit of trembling and fear in his voice. He knew very well that Ye Xianglin's strength was unfathomable, and his methods were even more insidious and cunning. He knew that this encounter was no accident, and he would definitely not have a good ending.

"Humph!" Ye Xianglin snorted coldly, a disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were as cold as ice, full of contempt and disdain. He tightly grasped the weapon in his hand and pressed forward step by step. Every step was accompanied by a suffocating pressure, as if the whole world was trembling under his feet.

"Why should I report my whereabouts to you!" His voice was filled with undisguised anger, like a burning flame that was about to burn everything in front of him to ashes. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and firmness, as if telling the other party that he would never back down.

Ye Xianglin's heart burned with anger and hatred. Felir had brought him endless pain and harm, and he wanted to make this villain pay the price! His roar echoed in the realm of God, like thunder, as if it was going to tear this space apart. This voice contained his endless grief and power, which moved people.

After saying this, Ye Xianglin rushed forward like a tiger descending from a mountain, with an unparalleled momentum. His movements were swift and decisive, and each attack was like a thunderbolt, making it impossible to resist. He exuded a terrifying aura, as if he was the master of this area.

The fierce battle with Ferrier was like a thrilling symphony. Every confrontation was accompanied by sparks and collisions of power, making people feel the fierceness and cruelty of the battle. Every move of Ye Xianglin was full of murderous intent. He wanted to use his own strength to make Ferrier pay the price for what he had done.

In an instant, the realm of God was submerged in fierce battles, with blazing lights and billowing smoke and dust. In this chaos, every confrontation was like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, and the energy fluctuations it triggered were like huge waves, as if even the heaven and earth were trembling. Felir tried his best, his eyes were bloodshot, and veins on his forehead bulged, trying to resist Ye Xianglin's torrential attack. However, his strength was obviously not enough to compete with it, and he could only retreat step by step. With every step back, he felt more desperate.

Felir's eyes revealed deep despair and fear, and his pride was gone at this moment. He used to be so arrogant and domineering, but now he seemed so small in front of Ye Xianglin's strength. His heart was filled with regret and self-blame, why didn't he practice harder, why did he underestimate the enemy so much.

As the battle progressed, Ferrier's sweat soaked his clothes, and his breathing became rapid and difficult. His body began to tremble, and he knew he had reached his limit. But he couldn't give up, he still had the last bit of dignity and honor to defend.

At this critical moment, Felier gritted his teeth, used up his last bit of strength, and roared. This roar contained his unyielding and unwillingness, and he wanted to use his life to prove his worth. However, all this was in vain. His attack was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of Ye Xianglin, and it was instantly disintegrated.

Finally, Ferrier fell to the ground, his eyes became empty. His failure was not only physical, but also a complete mental breakdown. He realized that the gap between him and Ye Xianglin was so huge, and this gap might never be made up.

"Welcome back to the realm of God, our Lord of Chaos." Ye Xianglin turned to Wang Momo and said with a smile.