Under the pitch-black sky, an ominous aura spreads, with the power of laws intertwining continuously, and the divine power of deities beginning to gradually permeate the entire world.
"Swish!"
The illusory waters of the Nether River flow, as if it were moving completely from illusion to reality.
Boom.
On the altar, a powerful aura spreads, as the body of the bloodthirsty werewolf gradually grows taller, with a majestic figure seemingly transitioning from illusion to reality, from the past into the present.
The surroundings of the altar hold an even more intense ominous aura.
That is the aura belonging to the Netherworld.
Even approaching life power is enough to be completely exhausted.
"Just like this!"
"My lord, the great Anubis God, I shall welcome your descent."
The bloodthirsty werewolf spoke with a hoarse voice, even though his form nearly turned into a denser black mist, yet at this moment, it still carried a fanatic and excited look.
