This was a river spirit, an incarnation of a river's consciousness. It carried the immense fortune and power of the river itself; only rivers that had existed for an extremely long time could possess river spirits.
The river spirit before Zhao Fu was merely condensed from a tiny fragment of the Yellow Springs River's consciousness in this region, yet the aura it radiated was immensely powerful.
As for why it had appeared, it was naturally because Zhao Fu had dug out a tributary. This somewhat went against the Yellow Springs River's will, which was why the river spirit had manifested. It then launched an attack on Zhao Fu.
Bang!
The Yellow Springs Dragon was incredibly fast. It flashed through the air and crashed toward Zhao Fu. Zhao Fu hurriedly deployed a defensive barrier, but he was sent flying a great distance.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...
Streams of yellow smoke rose from the defensive barrier, which had been splashed with Yellow Springs water. That water possessed an extraordinarily powerful corrosive force, and it rapidly eroded Zhao Fu's Saint Domain, making for a rather terrifying sight.
Zhao Fu had initially wanted to act directly, unleashing the power of the Nation-Guarding Artifacts and the Imperial Killing Sword to deal with this river spirit. However, a lingering fear made him choose to stop.
This was the Yellow Springs River, which flowed through most of the Netherworld. Though only a small part of its consciousness had gathered here now, if he truly enraged it and the consciousness of the entire Yellow Springs River condensed, even mighty experts would die miserably.
However, Zhao Fu also had something that could deal with it.
The Yellow Springs Dragon stared at Zhao Fu with one dragon eye filled with deathly aura. Carrying immense power, it attacked once more, turning into