Deep within the Nether River, numerous gigantic shackles clinked and clattered. The faces of the Evil Gods bound by these chains were pale, and one by one, they died, turning into flames, resisting against the ripples.
However, the ripples became increasingly stronger, while the flames grew weaker, threatening to be extinguished at any moment. When that happened, the entire Nether River would vanish without a trace, disappearing from the heavens above, and thoroughly merging into the Netherworld.
The passage would be truly blocked!
The Mountain Sea Demon Lord, his robes billowing, hands clasped behind his back, easily observed this scene. His brow furrowed tightly for a moment, he tapped the magical barrier before him, only to find the light of the barrier growing ever more brilliant. It was gradually spreading towards him, and he estimated it wouldn't be long before it swallowed him whole, meaning the time left to him was running out.
