This was his method, his ultimate technique.
The Waters of Nether River roared incessantly, and it was rumored that the roots of the river were to be found at the connective point of these nine shackles.
As the Mountain Sea Demon Lord, he naturally could borrow the power of the Nether River, drawing forth a shackle, thus connecting a portion of its power to himself.
It was truly an act of destruction capable of ruining heaven and earth!
And so, in this world akin to the eve of the apocalypse, the Mountain Sea Demon Lord bowed his head, flames of rage burning, as he stared intently at Wen Chanyi, raging coldly at the sight of the other's unmoved demeanor.
