This time, Jiang Liu could sense even more clearly just how powerful the explosion of the Supreme God Realm had been.
Compared with an ordinary Divine Realm, it was simply worlds apart.
If he had been nearby, that explosive might alone would have left him no chance of escape. He would have been engulfed by the force of the blast.
At that moment, a tiny glimmer of light flew out from the Nether River and rapidly shot into the distance.
Only then did Jiang Liu sense that the Nether River, which had been completely sealed off before, had actually opened up again.
However, the Nether River now no longer possessed its former world-shaking might. Instead, it seemed utterly silent.
The Nether River now looked rather similar to how it had appeared in that underground space before.
It was completely unlike the way it had erupted outside earlier.
If Jiang Liu had seen the color of the Nether River at that moment, he probably would have understood a few things.
After all, the memories of the Soul-Seizing Lamp had contained explanations for these very reasons.
Jiang Liu did not know what had caused it either, so he simply put it aside for the time being.
However, that fleeing shard of light immediately caught Jiang Liu's attention.
No matter how he looked at it, that tiny glimmer seemed to be a fragment of a divine soul.
He knew that the Nether River Lord could not escape the Nether River's range.
Otherwise, after the Hall Master of Demon God had been ambushed, he would not have been left with nothing but the fate of waiting there to die.
And the Nether River Lord, who had existed in symbiosis with the Hall Master of Demon God, was probably in much the same situation.
Therefore,