The black silk threads transformed into the Nether Race's River of Fate and were instantly gathered in by the barrier guarding the River of Fate. "Bastard!!"
Overwhelming fury filled the skies above the Chaos Time River.
The Chaos Time River rolled up a thousandfold wave, affecting every region of the Chaos Land.
In that instant, every living being throughout the Chaos Land felt time become chaotic, speeding up at times and slowing down at others.
As the Nether Race's River of Fate was mixed with the black silk threads, the entire Nether Race felt as if something were missing from their fates. A sense of loss also rose from the depths of their souls.
"Suppress!!"
In an instant, the Chaos Time River reversed, forcing the black silk threads out of the Nether Race's River of Fate once more. Yet, faint black specks still remained in the most minute parts of the Nether Race's River of Fate.
"Tian Shang Saint Lord, I never thought you would resort to such despicable methods too!!"
Although the Nether Race had not changed after those black silk threads entered the River of Time, the Nether Race Holy Lord felt an ominous foreboding in his heart.
It was as though he had been defiled, as though his dignity had been trampled beneath someone's feet.
"There are only useful and useless methods; there is no distinction between noble and despicable." The Heavenly Merchant Race Holy Lord's voice rang out. "You can do it, and so can I."
At that moment, countless Youming tentacles seemed to grow out of the void. The Youming tentacles pierced through space and began winding around one Heavenly Merchant Race Great World after another. After piercing through ten thousand Great Worlds, they dragged them directly into the abyss of the void. Not even