Truly accompanied Madam and yet suffered losses.
Rustling.
The waters of Nether River kept making noise, and within these profound waters, an immense vortex appeared and disappeared, emitting a terrifying aura.
And that originally tranquil restriction was also flickering with scorching light, bizarre patterns emerging, continuously seeping through towards the Nether River, pressing down on the Demon Lord.
Even though the Demon Lord's power was extremely formidable, he still felt immense pressure, his form gradually becoming dim, aimlessly drifting, slowly descending towards the vortex.
Calamity had not yet descended after all, and although the restriction had weakened a lot, it was still extraordinarily powerful. He had lingered in the mortal world for far too long and could delay no more.
The moment to return to the Netherworld had arrived.
