In the depths of the Netherworld, Silt's jade-like skeletal body suddenly rose from the throne. Ghostly light danced wildly within his hollow eye sockets as he grabbed the undead demigod beside him and roared,
"Quick, quick, quick! Shut down every spatial passage between the Netherworld and the demon realm! Set up barriers! A million layers! No, ten million layers! We absolutely cannot let that John step into my Netherworld!"
Inside the Divine Race Ancestral Temple, Elder Grier's face was ashen as he shouted in a low voice,
"Destroy every plane passage connected to the demon realm! All Saint-level powerhouses, move out and seal the world barrier!"
Within the Warshaper council hall, Shijing smashed the stone table before him with one punch.
"What about the passages? Have all those teleportation arrays been sealed?"
"S-Sealed, my lord... All passages below demigod grade have already been completely sealed..."
