In an instant, even the slightest shadow of the withered wood disappeared from sight. Because Qiao Mu was the source of the withered wood's power, now that Qiao Mu was dead, these withered woods naturally couldn't exist. "Truly pitiful, but this is the mercy I bestowed upon you. Now it's time to clean up the mess; it seems suppressing the Heavenly Heart Mountain is not going smoothly."
Emperor Song looked up to the sky, the sky that was originally covered by the will of the Underworld was now fiercely rolling, as if something terrifying was about to descend from the sky. "Chaos Thunder? This is really not good news."
If Chaos Thunder descends, the Underworld's will to suppress the human realm would instantly become ineffective, and by that time, their plan would be in vain.
No matter how they struggle among themselves, one thing remains constant: the underworld is forever their foundation.
