The Dead Dragon Supreme drags its shattered skeletal body, its decaying dragon wings stirring a desperate shadowed wind, yet its speed remains undiminished. The pitch-black bone powder leaves a long trail of death behind it.
At this point, they have no means left to defeat the Champions; they must initiate the final plan!
They are not Horror Demons; they are beings positioned by the Nether River Messenger, coordinates set with their bodies, at the right location, at the right time, summoned from the Void Realm as the Nether River Dead.
They are the inevitable Calamities, the fate this world must endure! How could they be erased so easily?
They have waited countless eras to finally seize this opportunity; how could they give up now?
They must let the Nether River engulf the world, lead countless legions, and face the end! They cannot fall here!
Humans, you damned bastards!
