Acheron River.
The moment Shen Fei leapt into the river, the piercing cold felt like tens of thousands of ice cones penetrating his bones.
Countless pale arms emerged from the murky water, the decaying resentful spirits gnawed at his skin, muttering like drowning victims: "Stay... suffer with us..."
His muscles swelled amidst spasms, bones emitting brittle sounds akin to metal grinding. The wounds torn open by the resentful spirits did not bleed but instead oozed silver-blue light.
The Sea Divine Authority contended with the deadly air of the Nether River, forming a layer of frost on the river surface, reflecting his distorted face like countless shattered mirrors.
"Come out!"
The Saintess pulled Shen Fei from the Acheron River, slightly frowning, "This is only the second time, seems to be indeed a bit dangerous."
"Continue."
Shen Fei exhaled, "My power has increased at least fivefold; soaking in the Nether River is indeed great!"
Beside the Cocytus River.
