Meanwhile, the surrounding shadows began to rise with ghostly green light in their eye sockets, intertwining the aura of death throughout the heavens and earth.
"Splash!"
The sound of flowing water sounded once again, and another dark river flowed across the sky above.
Legend has it that the Netherworld possesses three Rivers of the Underworld.
In the past, when the Divine Ruins of the Anubis God emerged, one such river flowed through, leading the aura of death within the ruins to reach an extreme level.
But at this moment, two Rivers of the Underworld appeared within the entire Divine Kingdom.
The aura of death was so thick it almost seemed impossible to dissolve.
In this pitch-black world, countless death laws intertwined, and everyone felt enveloped by the laws of death.
"Gulp!"
"Thor!"
Count Engle couldn't help but subconsciously swallow, his gaze instinctively shifting to his son.
