Endless power flowed through his body, as though heaven and earth were under his control. Shiva had never experienced such overwhelming strength before. The sensation of power coursing through his body was utterly marvelous.
After dragging Qin Zhu before him and sealing the Divine Power and Primordial Beginning within Qin Zhu's body, Shiva had gained complete control.
Yet now that things had developed to this point, Nine Nether no longer had any path of retreat.
To the ordinary Nine Nether soldiers, whether it was the previously retreating Shiva or the current Shiva, who had become the master of the Nine Nether Styx River, he was an enemy they could not defeat.
But to save Qin Zhu, for Nine Nether, and for loyalty, they had no choice but to raise their weapons and charge toward Shiva.
As for the Ghost Tribe, there was even less need to mention them. They had been born without knowing what fear was. They only knew that Qin Zhu had given much to the Ghost Tribe, and that kindness had to be repaid.
Even if the enemy before them could wipe out hundreds of Ghost Tribe warriors with a finger snap, they would not feel the slightest fear.
Hundreds and thousands of warriors surged toward Shiva.
The overwhelming masses of warriors blotted out the sky. If an ordinary High God encountered such a sight, he would certainly feel somewhat flustered. With their Divine Power, they could fully rely on their numerical advantage to neutralize Shiva's attacks.
Unfortunately, Shiva, who had obtained the External Divine Artifact, was no longer the same. He was no longer someone who could be dealt with through a simple advantage in numbers.
The [Divine River Ode], empowered with intelligence, was virtually flawless.
Seeing someone attack its master, the Divine River Ode moved