As for the Nether River aboveground, it was merely a trace of aura leaking out from here and gathering into a river.
Thus, Jiang Liu could now imagine just how terrifying the pitch-black river beneath his feet truly was.
These White Bone that had been soaked in the Nether River's waters were clearly under the Nether River's command, attempting to break through Demon God Hall.
That enormous head that had appeared earlier should have been the Nether River Spirit.
In other words, everything he had seen just now had been carried out under the Nether River Spirit's control.
Judging from how practiced they looked, the war between the two sides had apparently been going on for a long time.
As for what grievances existed between the Nether River and Demon God Hall, Jiang Liu knew little about them.
However, in Jiang Liu's view, it was probably nothing more than a struggle over certain interests.
The things they were fighting over were simply beyond Jiang Liu's current realm, leaving him unable to come into contact with them.
Had he not seen it for himself? Even though these Demon Martial Practitioners and exotic beasts had already become White Bone, the Nether River was still exploiting them to the utmost, using them to continue fighting.
One could imagine how many things he did not understand were hidden within this Nether Realm.
At this thought, Jiang Liu immediately felt an urge to retreat.
But after glancing at the rows of White Bone, Jiang Liu suppressed his impulse to flee at once.
After all, if he truly encountered danger, he could still escape in an instant. There was no need to begrudge this little bit of time.
After the White Bone stepped onto the shore, the pillars no longer attacked them.
Clearly, the pillars' duty