Amidst the boundless Netherworld, countless strands of dark matter grew increasingly intense, making the entire world resemble a barren land surrounded by black dust and sand. Seen from afar, it caused one to tremble slightly.
In this dim and dead place, at some unreachable height within the Netherworld, a pitch-black figure seemed to sit cross-legged forever, transcending heaven and earth. A faint glance upward would inevitably leave one fainting from the shock of this grand spectacle.
That was a towering Nether Wall cast entirely from pitch-black liquid. Even across a vast distance, as long as one remained under its shadow, an unprecedented terror would rise from the depths of the heart.
"You... go back."
"I have no need for any reinforcements here."
"If he encounters an accident, I'm afraid all our efforts will be rendered completely useless."
Atop this magnificent Nether Wall standing a thousand zhang high, a male clothed in a pitch-black robe spoke slowly, seeming to murmur to the void surrounding the city wall.
Yet the pitch-black robe on the man was like a living evil being... silently devouring the latter's vitality and even his soul.
"B-But..."
Faced with this ruler's command, a group of powerhouses hidden in the void uttered a soft sound, though they simply looked at each other in dismay.
Their birth originated from the Nether Lord, but without the help of the Darkness Lord's Demon Power, they probably would not have attained the strength of the Eighth Samsara or even the Half-Step Ninth-Reincarnation Stage. Now, sensing the impending catastrophe of the Netherworld, the Nether Lord had asked them to assist the Darkness Lord in guarding the Nether Wall.
"The Nether Lord has his methods... I leave the Heavenly Lock Nihility Realm to the eight of you."
The man slowly exhaled a breath of stale