Originally intending to pursue his victory, Qin Zhu raised his fist but started to lose grip.
Shiva, who was retreating step by step, suddenly had his breath soar, making even him, the Lord of the Nine Netherworld, tremble slightly.
That enraged fellow, regardless of the consequences, revealed his strongest form.
The space before them began to distort.
Qin Zhu felt that the familiar aura of the Land of the Nine Netherworld completely changed, becoming immensely unfamiliar, and the Nine Nether River he had once mastered lost connection with him at this critical moment.
In previous clashes, Qin Zhu had held the advantage throughout, becoming increasingly confident as the fight went on. The patience and training over the years made him feel that he was far superior to those high and mighty characters.
But now, Qin Zhu started to doubt the efforts he had made over these years.
Is this the true strength of an Upper-Rank God?
