The prisoners' anguished screams and furious curses rang through the Demon-Suppressing Prison. Countless cells abruptly shrank, crushing the prisoners inside into lumps of flesh.
As the distance between heaven and earth contracted, those anguished screams and furious curses drew sharply closer, then gradually receded-not because heaven and earth had parted again, but because the collapsing cliffs had met the rapidly rising pool bed, forming an enclosed space of rock.
The distance between heaven and earth shrank rapidly, compressing everything. The rocks were no exception, becoming incomparably dense and hard, without a single gap.
Even with the Nether Emperor's abilities, breaking them open would be extremely difficult.
The dense, hard rock surfaces were exceedingly smooth. The jade-green pool water churned between them in countless waves, the moss gradually breaking apart and producing countless bubbles.
It looked as though an invisible giant hand were shaking a wine flask, making the green wine inside slosh ceaselessly.
The Nether Emperor and the old man were inside this wine flask.
Watching this scene, the Nether Emperor recalled a line of poetry Taiping had recited many years ago, when they were eating hotpot beside the Nether River-"Newly brewed wine, green foam like ants."
The Nether Emperor smiled, swept his sleeves, and rose out of the jade-green pool water into midair.
Answering the summons of his Divine Sense, the countless soul flames throughout the Demon-Suppressing Prison began moving at high speed again, turning into countless little nether souls that burrowed into the fissures.
The old man gave a muffled grunt of pain, his face turning deathly pale. He drifted over a mountain of surging pool water and thrust out both hands like lightning.
The space within the Demon-Suppressing Prison was shrinking rapidly. The mountain pool had become a wine flask, and one without a spout.
With nowhere