Against a sky shrouded in gray mist, the jet-black archway resembled a bottomless gaping maw.
Under Lin Shu's tremendous blow, the Mountain God Lord's body, already shattered beneath the Treasure Carriage, flew backward like a torn sack.
Half of his body had sunk into the archway, yet like a traveler trapped in quicksand, he desperately stretched out his hand. His five fingers hooked like iron claws, clinging tightly to the edge of the gate.
His aged face, flickering in and out of view beyond the gate, was now filled with suffocation and despair.
For a Half-Life Immortal whose body could be reshaped, this was incomprehensible.
To be deathless and indestructible meant fearing nothing.
Yet the Mountain God Lord was truly afraid now. Night Patrol God's bizarre behavior had given him the inexplicable feeling that there really might be a way in this world to seize an Immortal's body.
"Aang!"
Amid a piercing, mournful cry, two jet-black chains wrapped around the Mountain God's arms and dragged him inch by inch into the Underworld.
As his five fingers slipped from the edge of the archway, that floating old face finally vanished completely beyond the gate.
The gray mist churned, and the jet-black archway gradually blurred before disappearing.
Only that mournful cry remained, echoing between heaven and earth, as though the surrounding mountains and rivers had been draped in another layer of desolation.
Lin Shu lowered his arm and gave Little Wolf a look.
Night Patrol God slowly rose to his feet, his figure fading away along with the archway.
The fastest Azure Phoenix in all Yong Province had suffered grave injuries, been bound tightly by iron chains, and was now trapped within the Underworld. It had already become a lamb awaiting slaughter.
With Little Wolf personally standing guard, there would be even