Chapter 1060: Soul Ferry Battle Armor (1/2)

The illusory Nether River floated over Froste’s head, with countless evil spirits swarming within it.

As soon as the Nether River appeared, all of the Phantasms in its surroundings seemed to have their battle prowess amplified. Their various bloodline magics and the discarnate souls they released all became much more powerful.

BOOM!

The domain of an early Saint domain subordinate of Hou Chulan’s, who was well-versed in wood power, suddenly exploded.

Cyan Phantasm flesh aura immediately engulfed the man, along with a terrifying, soul-suffocating aura.

The sea of flesh aura rapidly morphed into a monster that caught the early Saint domain expert’s fleeing soul and tore it into wisps of gray smoke.

The humans lost their first Saint domain expert.

All of the Phantasms let out sinister, mad laughs.

Nie Tian was taken aback. “I can’t believe that illusory Nether River can actually enhance Phantasms’ battle prowess and make their discarnate souls even stronger and fiercer!”

He didn’t know that the Nether River wasn’t created or named after Grand Monarch Nether River.

Instead, it had been the Phantasm’s birthplace since ancient times.

It was said that all Phantasms were born from the Nether River, and their souls would return to it after their deaths. The wonders of the Nether River would reincarnate them.

However, tens of millions of years had passed before a Phantasm expert could gain a deep understanding of its wonders.

The Phantasms viewed the Nether River as their mother river, and their most mysterious birthplace.

All of this had changed after Grand Monarch Nether River had come along.

Grand Monarch Nether River was the first Phantasm expert to master the Nether River’s wondrous use, draw power from it, and use it to strengthen his bloodline.

The fact that he had been able to break through into the tenth grade, join the ranks of powerful grand monarchs, and become the Chief of the whole Phantasm race was all thanks to the enlightenment he had derived from the Nether River.

He had given up his original name and referred to himself as Grand Monarch Nether River since the day he had entered the tenth grade.

There had been quite a few powerful grand monarchs throughout Phantasm history. However, Grand Monarch Nether River’s strength and reputation had exceeded many from the previous generations.

In fact, the entire Phantasm world agreed that Grand Monarch Nether River was definitely one of the three mightiest grand monarchs their race had ever seen.

Meanwhile, this grand monarch was still leading the Phantasm race forward. Considering Phantasms’ exceptionally long lifespans, he was still in the prime of his life.

This meant that Grand Monarch Nether River might become even stronger in the future.

Perhaps he would become the most powerful grand monarch throughout Phantasm history, and become a god that future generations would worship.

As his direct descendant, Froste carried his bloodline, which had been branded with his profound understanding of the Nether River.

It was just that he had only been at the sixth grade when Nie Tian had first met him in the Shatter Battlefield.

Back then, he hadn’t awakened his most essential and wondrous bloodline talent yet, and was therefore unable to unleash this Nether River.

Only until recently had he broken through into the seventh grade and awakened Grand Monarch Nether River’s core bloodline talent. With the help of the mysterious battle armor his father had given him, he had finally been able to blend his bloodline power and the power of the battle armor to unleash that illusory Nether River.

To forge that suit of armor, Grand Monarch Nether River had gone through great lengths to draw water from the Nether River and fuse it with the wonders of his bloodline, along with hundreds of magical items gathered from across the Phantasm heaven and earth.

In fact, he had started making that suit of armor since the day Froste had been born.

That suit of battle armor, which Grand Monarch Nether River had named ‘Soul Ferry’, had the ability to channel power from the Nether River. However, since Froste hadn’t entered the seventh grade back then, he hadn’t been able to use it.

Now that he had, he could finally wear and use it freely.

Froste threw his head back and roared, “Bloodline, Nether River Power, Soul Ferry!”

One drop of Blood Essence after another suddenly flew out of his heart and fused into his unique suit of armor.

Numerous cyan veins and patterns that had been carved into its surface were lit up by his Blood Essence. One magical symbol after another rose from them, inside of which discarnate souls could be seen squirming, before flying towards the early Saint domain expert who had just died.

The mysterious symbols seemed to carry evil power that could manipulate the souls of the dead.