Qin Zhu had intended to press his advantage, but the fist he had just raised was beginning to slip from his grasp.
As Shiva retreated step by step, his aura surged in a dispirited rise, making even Qin Zhu, the Lord of Nine Nether, tremble slightly.
That furious bastard disregarded all consequences and revealed his strongest form.
The space before them began to warp.
Qin Zhu could only feel that the aura of the Nine Nether Land, once so familiar to him, had completely changed and become utterly alien. Even the Nine Nether Styx River, which he had long wielded with complete mastery, severed its connection with him at this critical moment.
Having held the upper hand through nearly the entire previous battle, Qin Zhu had grown increasingly confident as the fight continued. Years of endurance and tempering had made him clearly feel that he was far more outstanding than those lofty figures.
But now, Qin Zhu began to doubt all the effort he had made over the years.
Was this the true strength of a High God?
They usually obtained more resources and knew only how to indulge themselves. By all logic, they should have been weaker than him.
But with the support of Origin Power Pills, those people from the Higher Plane had truly been fattened up. Even if they had lived too comfortably these past years, and even if they were unfamiliar with Nine Nether, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse.
The entirety of Nine Nether became eerily quiet, so quiet that Qin Zhu could hear his own pulse beating.
Thump, thump, thump~
At this moment, Qin Zhu could no longer tell whether he was excited or afraid.
The powerful aura brought the entire battlefield to a halt.
The divine soldiers and Ghost Tribe