Jiang Liu did not care what Nether God was thinking and continued playing the Soul-Seizing Tune.
The seven-colored radiance of the Soul-Seizing Lamp had completely gathered around Nether God, seemingly intent on controlling him in one fell swoop.
Han Shuang and Han Bai, on the other side, were doing much better. They could still wield their weapons and attack Nether God.
After all, Jiang Liu's Soul-Seizing Tune was not primarily aimed at them.
Moreover, their spiritual cultivation was far stronger than that of a First-Order Saint Realm martial artist.
That was why they could continue launching attacks against Nether God.
Above the Saint Realm battlefield, Han Yi, Han Yue, and Han Shuang were attacking the Nether Race's Saint Realm martial artists who had fallen into the Soul-Seizing Tune.
Unfortunately, they had only one chance to strike. If they could not knock them down—
those Nether Race Saint Realm martial artists would wake up.
That was because Jiang Liu had devoted most of his energy to dealing with Nether God and had stopped paying attention to those people.
He was merely helping the Frost Race's Saint Realm elders while taking the opportunity to attack the Nether Race.
Even so, Han Yi, Han Yue, and Han Shuang still managed to injure several people in succession.
Only then did they ease the Frost Race's steadily collapsing situation.
At that moment, Nether God felt as though he had fallen into a bewildering illusion. At times he was lucid, and at times he was dazed.
Even his own Divine Sense seemed difficult to concentrate.
He knew that if this continued, he would sooner or later become completely lost in the illusion constructed by the Soul-Seizing Tune and Soul-Seizing Lamp.
Once things reached that point, he would truly be beyond salvation, with nothing left but to