Nether General

The battle in the Divine Realm took a sudden turn. An Immortal Artifact buried a god, and the dazzling Heavenly River split the void apart.

The shocking sight was hard to believe. The starlit Heavenly River was so beautiful, yet it had buried everything around it.

Before the Heavenly River, blood continuously trickled from the red-robed figure's hand. Clearly, forcibly unsealing and using the Immortal Artifact had placed an immense burden on him.

Vermilion Bird stepped forward and arrived above the void. Looking at the Heavenly River before them, he asked solemnly, "Is he dead?"

"It won't be that simple."

Ning Chen's expression was grave as he replied. White Tiger was, after all, a god. Even if he was inferior to the Nether King, he would not fall so easily.

"Queen Mother's Hairpin? Phoenix, you have surprised me once again."

As he spoke, streams of white light gathered above the Heavenly River and condensed once more. The man in white looked at Phoenix before the river, the killing intent in his eyes utterly undisguised.

"It seems that after hundreds of thousands of years, even gods are no longer what they once were."

Ning Chen shifted his gaze to the other man's bleeding left shoulder and spoke.

"Time has always been merciless."

The man in white raised a hand and brushed across his wound. The flowing blood immediately stopped, and the injury returned to normal.

"Be careful. Although this man's power has severely drained away, even his combat instincts alone are not something ordinary Reality Realm Experts can contend with," Ning Chen warned, cautiously keeping his guard up against the man ahead.

"Understood."

Vermilion Bird nodded and answered solemnly.

Above the Heavenly River, the man in white slowly descended. Looking at the Queen Mother's Hairpin in Phoenix's hand, he said indifferently,