Countless arms, countless pale, rotten hands similar to the one that had grabbed Yang Fan before reached out, some of which flitted around trying to grab Yang Fan, while others pressed down on the water's surface. In the next instant, a half-dead corpse with rotting flesh struggled to emerge...
One emerged, then a second, and in a mere moment, countless undead corpses appeared before Yang Fan, attempting to pull him in among them.
"That's right, this must be the Nether River. I didn't expect the Divine Water Nether River in the Netherworld Forbidden Land to be not on the ground, but in the sky. No wonder the entire Forbidden Land is so bleak and dark."
"But if this is the Nether River, then what exactly is the river down there?"
Yang Fan shook his head, knowing that he likely wouldn't find an answer to this question.
'Whatever it is, as long as it can eliminate those malicious beings, that's enough.'
