The Nine Nether slashed a Hell Sovereign, becoming the Sovereign herself, instilling a fear deep within the Hell's heart and bones—not fear of the Nine Nether, but of the future, of the era.
Would this peak of the era truly shatter the structure of the Thirty-Three Heavens all at once?
He was very afraid of this, very scared.
At this moment, the Nine Nether was cold and boundless, with unparalleled grace, exuding the demeanor of a peerless Empress. Staring at the other Hell Sovereigns, she launched another attack, alleviating the enormous pressure on the empire.
"This is the power of a Hell Sovereign."
At this very moment, the Nine Nether also felt the benefits of being a Hell Sovereign; every movement imbued with the evident augmentation of Hell's power.
She cast her gaze upon numerous beings of Hell.
The weaker beings of Hell trembled all over, with some directly falling and kneeling before the Nine Nether, signifying submission.
