The vast ocean formed by the Nine Nether Weak Water surged in with the force to topple the heavens, sweeping away everything in its path.
The armies of every realm led by the Dragon Domain, along with all the Outer Domain Heavenly Demons, had no answer to this all-destroying calamity. From the moment the blue-black flood swept over them, there had been no way to stop it.
Warriors from both sides who had not escaped in time dropped like dumplings, plummeting one after another—splash, splash—into the Nine Nether Weak Water. The dense, mournful screams made everyone's scalp crawl.
When the two armies had battled before, the casualties had also mounted at a shocking rate. Yet the situation had not been as despairing as it was now. Even if they could not win, there had always been some chance of survival.
But before the boundless Nine Nether Weak Water, all anyone could see was despair.
Those with weaker cultivation and strength had virtually no power to resist such a scene. They could only barely hold on in the void for a while before the terrifying pull dragged them uncontrollably downward.
The moment they fell into the Nine Nether Weak Water, its dreadful corrosive force seeped in through every opening. Their protective treasures and body-protecting cultivation arts were of little use against such corrosion, hissing as clouds of black mist rose from them.
As their protective treasures crumbled away, their flesh-and-blood bodies dissolved even faster. Countless demons that fell into the water vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Even the Ancient Witch Clan, even Dragon Clan warriors, were helpless under these circumstances.
"Save me!"
"I don't want to die!"
"What the hell is this? How can there be so much Nine Nether Weak Water?"
"Save me!"
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