In the sound of creaking, the Nether Emperor could hear his bones rubbing against each other in his enormous body. He could feel the bones pushing towards all directions uncontrollably. His body separated into many parts and could no longer form a whole. His life-long cultivation, his Formation of Meng Po, his Draught of the Nether, his wand of evil god, and his Life-and-death Mana, everything was at the hands of others and could not be controlled by his own will.
That palm bone was indeed the most special item of all. It controlled the cardinal of the Corpse of Nether, no wonder it was taken away... The black body of the Nether Emperor that was covered in white fur was out of shape with the ribs raised, the collarbone sunken, the black bones broken through the skin. His body was covered in yellowish blood as if he had swallowed a horrible monster that was now plundering inside him.
