The Nether Emperor's fingers had already sunk entirely into his wrist, as though they were one seamless whole.
The old man's fingers had long since curled upward, unwilling to touch the Nether Emperor's body, yet the heel of his palm could not pull away. It had already fused with the heel of the Nether Emperor's palm, looking like a flower.
If he let things continue this way, his hand would eventually become one with the Nether Emperor's body.
An utterly domineering howl burst from the old man's lips.
His sleeves whipped and shuddered wildly. Huge waves rose from the dark green pool, rebounding off the walls of the stone pot with thunderous booms like war drums.
The Nether Emperor's body floated up in the pool, as though weightless.
Under the full-force assault of the Azure Dragon's Divine Soul, more cracks appeared in his Soul Fire shield. The pool water ate countless fine bubbles and festering sores into the surface of his body.
But his hand still gripped the old man's arm tightly. More precisely, his hand seemed to have grown out of the old man's body.
As the pool water churned, their sleeves gradually shredded. Their arms had already joined, and the flesh and bones within had fused together, never to be separated again.
As the fusion continued, the two drew closer and closer, their faces right before each other's eyes.
The old man clearly saw the indifference and composure in the Nether Emperor's black eyes.
The Nether Emperor could also clearly see the fear in the old man's eyes. It was genuine fear.
Unable to bear the terror of being devoured any longer, the old man moved to dispel the World in a Pot.
Although dispelling the World in a Pot would still leave him unable to separate himself