The Deep Nether Mayfly Snakes came swarming in formation, only to be cut down wave after wave by Wen He and Zhe Jiang.
Corpse demons scattered like rain, and the corpses floating on the Deep Nether Corpse-Transforming Water below had already piled dozens of zhang high in places. Yet the swarm of Mayfly Snakes behind them still surged forward one after another.
The faces of the several Fuba Yangs were grim. One or two of them had initially been itching to act, wanting to forcefully break open the situation.
But after witnessing the divine abilities of Wen He and Zhe Jiang, as well as the explosive power they unleashed when fighting for their lives, they abandoned those thoughts. They honestly joined forces, focusing first on wearing down the two dragon experts.
The Deep Nether Mayfly Snakes fought steadily and cautiously, leaving Zhe Jiang very few openings to exploit.
As the attrition intensified, even the two of them found it difficult to withstand such an astonishing number of Mayfly Snakes. They were forced back step by step.
Boom! An explosion rang out behind them, followed by a startling glow of blood-colored light.
As Zhe Jiang hurriedly looked back, a blood-colored passage had appeared behind them. The blood-colored radiance it emitted was strangely familiar—it was unmistakably the aura of Muye Wujiang.
Muye Wujiang, whose face had once been imposing and dignified, had now aged to the point of decrepitude. His hair and beard were completely white, and with his origin depleted beyond measure, his body had grown gaunt and frail, as though a gust of wind could topple him at any moment.
Zhe Jiang's throat tightened. For a moment, he was speechless.
"With my strength, I could only barely open the passage to this extent. Passing through may meet some resistance. You