The Nether River flowed through the midst of tens of thousands of troops. As it passed over the bodies of some Soul Pets, their forms directly dissolved, merging into the river itself.
Even the higher-level creatures, while not instantly melted into blood by the river's corrosive power, faced a far grimmer fate. The river was teeming with countless soul-eating ghosts and ghostly claws, malicious entities that loathed all living beings, scrambling and tearing at their prey like a pack of ravenous monsters!
Horrifying, blood-curdling screams filled the air. The members of Ning's Army had no idea that the red liquid flowing past their feet was anything other than harmless water. By the time they realized just how lethal the Nether River was, it was already too late—they were being dragged alive into its depths by those ghostly claws!
