At that moment, the ink-black waters of the Nether River finally surged entirely onto the ground, mixing completely with the yellow Nether River water there.
"Rumble!" The entire underground space collapsed at that instant.
"No!" A shrill scream burst from the mouth of the Nether River Lord.
That scream was filled with unwillingness and threads of hatred, but more than anything, it held helplessness.
It had already sensed the death of the Hall Master of Demon God, yet it had no ability whatsoever to stop it.
The Hall Master of Demon God, who was stronger than it, had already died. As an existence dependent on him, could it possibly escape disaster?
However, even knowing that death awaited it, the Nether River Lord would not sit around and wait for death.
Blasts of black light radiated from the Nether River Lord's enormous head, spreading toward the five members of the Holy Master Pavilion.
Clearly, even knowing that it was doomed, the Nether River Lord intended to drag some people down with it.
The five members of the Holy Master Pavilion, who were fending off White Bone's attacks as well as the might erupting from beneath the Nether River, were caught off guard by the Nether River Lord.
At that moment, they simply could not understand why the Nether River Lord looked as if it intended to fight to the death.
Should it not have retained some Power of Rule to deal with the crisis before them? Would that not have been the best method?
But soon, they understood why.
It was because the Nether River water had already erupted with an even mightier aura.
The Nether River Lord, trapped here, simply could not escape. It could only obediently wait for death.
Moreover, when the Hall Master of Demon God's body shattered,