The eighth source had gambled everything on this battle, vowing to prove its dignity as a source-level entity.
The sixth, seventh, and ninth RiverSource all stepped forward with serious expressions. No matter who their opponent was, to be treated like this by the eighth RiverSource meant that they couldn't underestimate them. They had to give them face, or it would be blasphemy.
The army of evil spirits pressed forward and began to cheer for the eighth Fountainhead with great momentum.
At this moment, the eighth RiverSource was emitting a terrifying evil energy. A huge evil shadow loomed behind him, stirring up the wind and clouds. In the surrounding space, the earth was shaking, the rivers were flowing backwards, the ocean was roaring, and the beasts were running wild.
Crack, crack, crack!
