Chapter 1576: Calling Upon The Nether River! (1/2)

In the far north of the Nether Realm.

The Nether River floated in the sky, stretching as far as the eye could see. Countless soul symbols, evil spirits, and sparkling rays of light could be seen flickering within the misty cyan river.

However, due to the upheaval that had swept across the Spirit World, even the Phantasm Qi that the Nether Realm depended on was dissipating.

The energy exhaustion of the Spirit World seemed to be irreversible.

A spatial altar made from cyan jade sat among the five towering stone statues, with Phantasms leaving and arriving through it from time to time.

Some of the Phantasms looked sad and dreary, while others looked elated and cheerful.

Some of the old and conservative Phantasms were reluctant to leave the Nether Realm for the Void World even though they knew that the origin of their bloodlines lay with the Netherspirits, and that the Spirit World was withering.

A wrinkled old female Phantasm with a dim prismatic crystal on her forehead gazed up absorbedly at the Nether River. A reluctant look filled her murky eyes as she sighed and said, “These changes the Spirit World is going through... Even the Nether River seems to be more and more distant from us... Back when Soul Ferry broke through to the late tenth grade, even the Nether River seemed to be cheering. That spectacular scene was simply unprecedented.

“However, when Unholy Wind joined the ranks of the late tenth grade grand monarchs, the Nether River didn’t show even the slightest changes.”

She seemed to be overtaken with emotions.

Apparently, she didn’t approve of Grand Monarch Unholy Wind, and was still convinced that the bright future of their race had lain with Grand Monarch Soul Ferry, their high chieftain who had probably died in the Void World.

She approved of his stance on the matter of the Netherspirits. Even though he was aware of the profound bloodline connections between them and his people, he had kept his distance and refused to join them.

In contrast, she was deeply discontent with what Grand Monarch Unholy Wind had done since he had assumed power.

Even so, the Phantasms, along with the Demons and Bonebrutes, had already attached themselves to this war chariot that was the outsiders from the Void World. Even Grand Monarch Unholy Wind had been killed by Nie Tian. Because of this, the entire Phantasm race didn’t have a presentable leader now.

PHEW! PHEW!

A few elegant, skinny figures arrived through the spatial altar.

One of the arrivals glanced around with her fierce, icy eyes before finally laying them on the old female Phantasm and saying impatiently, “I’m Barbara, a Netherspirit from the Void World. Grand Monarch Thousand Spirits ordered you to evacuate the Nether Realm as soon as possible. Why are you still here?”

The old female Phantasm cast her gaze down. “We find it hard to abandon our home. There’s an emotional attachment after all.”

Barbara laughed coldly. “Even the Nether River branch here is fading and merging into ours in the Void World. What’s left for you to miss?

“As for those five...” A vicious, murderous look filled her eyes as she turned to look at the five towering statues of the evil gods. “They don’t deserve to be worshipped! As the master’s five most capable subordinates, they’ve already gathered their soul fragments from the three worlds, yet they’re taking orders from a stranger. They’re traitors!”

She hated the evil gods to the bones.

After she said these words, the few ninth grade Netherspirit grand patriarch that had followed her here dashed back and forth in the air, dropping sparkling magical balls on the mountain-like statues of the evil gods.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

With heaven-rending, earth-crushing explosions, the statues were bombarded by balls that contained countless lightning wisps.

After the violent energy dissipated, the Phantasms looked with rapt attention, and discovered that the statues had toppled, but hadn’t really shattered.

“Quite sturdy they are.” Barbara gave a cold harrumph and ordered the Netherspirits to keep going.

She herself, however, flew towards the Nether River branch.

Her soul was the soul of the Spirit Scepter, which was used to channel and draw power from the Nether River. Now that she had lost the scepter and suffered serious injuries to her soul, she wanted to see if she could recover her strength with the numerous evil spirits in this branch of the Nether River.

Down on the ground, many Phantasms had grim expressions, as they couldn’t bear to see the statues of the gods they had worshiped for generations be toppled down.