The current layout of Nether City could be described as exceptionally soul-stirring.
That place was the battlefield where the Nether Lord and the Foreign Territory supremes fought... and also where several of the strongest figures of the Xiao Clan slumbered, making it of indescribable importance to the battle of the Netherworld!
In the sky above Nether City, sword-lights and blade-shadows flashed continuously, their offensive maneuvers sharp and ferocious to the extreme!
"Nether Lord, you are considered a clever person, why bother ruining your own bright future in vain for the sake of a few dying men?"
"You'd better obediently hand over the members of the Xiao Clan and surrender to our Foreign Territory. With the supreme divine power of our Seathead, it will be enough to let you make a breakthrough to that supreme realm."
"When that time comes, won't everything in this world be yours for the taking?"
Above the firmament, three black figures stood facing each other from afar, one of them speaking with a gloomy face, his gaze filled with an endless, stern aura.
After hundreds of exchanges, combining the power of the two of them, they were actually unable to easily gain any advantage in the hands of the Nether Lord!
The void here had long since become shattered, and it was obvious that these three had engaged in countless fierce battles here without any trace of victory, leaving the battle situation agonizingly deadlocked.
Dou Shen, you say...
The Nether Lord's voice was flat, with no Samsara Power flowing over his entire body, as if only a faint black luster flickered.
That kind of power was unlike Demon Power, which was ink-green and evil; instead, it was filled with endless pitch-black depths.
That was the source of Dark Matter, the power of the Netherworld!
*Mid Demigod