The White Jade Flyer was below, and the Demon Lord above remained still as a wooden chicken, quietly standing in the Nether River. After a long, long time, not knowing what he was contemplating, he finally had an epiphany and woke up.
Suddenly, he cast his gaze toward his own wife, seeing her drenched in sweat with flushed cheeks, his eyes inevitably revealed a sense of panic, and he exclaimed in horror.
"My... My lady, what on earth has happened? Why have you become like this? Has someone hurt you?"
Boom!
No sooner had these words fallen than a terrifying aura spread out from the Demon Lord's body. It was so domineering, so sharp that it nearly devoured everything, causing the Nether River above the firmament to start boiling. The many Evil Gods, already struggling desperately, now reached the end of their tether and began to die off in droves.
Clearly, the power of the Divine Soul had been extracted by the Demon Lord and transformed into his own formidable strength.
