The Mountain Lord tossed the Rakshasa Bird down, then turned to look at the deluge rushing toward him and King Guilong, who was enveloped in clouds and fog, approaching with thunder, a faint smile on his face.
How persistent...
The Mountain Lord stood motionless on the edge of the crevice, enduring the lightning strikes, swept by the flood, and fell into the great rift.
With a thunderous roar, lightning continued to plunge into it.
The Mountain Lord's avatar completely shattered. His true self, along with the great waters and lightning, acted as a guide, leading the deluge downward.
He fell directly into the empty Nether Soul Realm.
In the dark Nether Soul Realm, it was as if a huge hole had suddenly been torn in the sky, and water poured down, forming a gigantic waterfall.
The ground was battered by the water, the earth trembled, and waves surged, flowing into the distance on their own.
