"Is this the origin of your Nether River title?"

Looking at this silent world, with the black river flowing endlessly beside him, yet making no sound, and the pale moonlight in the sky.

This was his first time entering such a space, having only heard about it from his colleagues before.

Kreya rarely pulls enemies into the Nether River Space.

Because during this time, she and the enemy are both in an alternate dimension, and neither can perceive the outside world; they don’t know the situation outside.

If the enemy is strong and Kreya isn’t confident she can defeat them quickly, dragging them in is meaningless.

If in an evenly matched confrontation, she pulls the enemy inside, and something unexpected happens to her teammates outside, she wouldn’t have time to react.

If the enemy outside has the strength or ability to break open the flames, they could instantly exit this space.

So the conditions to pull an enemy into the space to fight Kreya are quite stringent.

It cannot be done randomly.

The timing to pull into the space must be precisely accurate.

Just like the elder brother of the Shadow Twins in front of her, who has never been pulled into the space.

Because when Kreya encounters him on the battlefield, he’s either launching a full attack on the fortress with the main forces.

Or when encountering this enemy elsewhere, Hartford is present beside him.

In these two scenarios, either another is more suitable to be dragged into the space, or Hartford is acting with him, and has the ability to break through the flames outside.

Thus, pulling the enemy into the Nether is meaningless in these situations.

Knowing he couldn’t escape, he focused on defeating Kreya, immediately swinging the dual swords in his hands, charging at Kreya.

The six tendrils behind him also curled around, making an attacking motion.

Due to the length of the tendrils, they struck towards Kreya first before the enemy’s attack.

The enemy’s dual swords were concealed behind the tendrils.

The water of the Nether River began to surge ashore, transforming into burning black flames flowing through.

And the black sword blade in Kreya’s hand sliced around at a strange angle, instantly severing all six tendrils.

While the white sword blade in her other hand had already swung out, piercing through the sword blade extending from behind the tendrils, slashing at the enemy’s wrist.

The sharp sword blade and attack directly cut a deep wound on the enemy’s wrist, leaving only half of the palm attached to the arm, as white flames began to burn along the wound.

The white flames, though not as domineering as the black ones, directly entered the flesh and blood within the wound.

Pale blue gas began to emanate from the body surface.

In an instant, the left arm’s glow originally attached to the body surface disappeared, and the pale blue gas stopped emanating.

The white flames that had drilled in were expelled by the divine power the enemy prayed for.

After all, it was a temporary state achieved by merging into the divine body at a price.

Even high-level divine power could temporarily resist Kreya’s black-and-white flames.

Watching the enemy’s actions, if the fight dragged on slowly, it could turn into a war of attrition.

Kreya was prepared to eliminate the enemy with a direct strike, as time was now critical; even if it consumed a lot, it was worth it.

The entire black river began to boil violently, with the river water suddenly bursting forth, surging like a tsunami.

The full moon in the sky cast a beam of moonlight onto the enemy’s location, and white flames started burning.

Kreya’s figure also rushed directly towards the enemy, wielding blades of black-and-white flames.

Six giant tendrils wrapped around the enemy’s body, extending outward crosswise to shatter the flames.

But the black-and-white flames merged together, forming another vortex of flames surrounding them.

The blades in Kreya’s hands had already joined together, forming a rapidly lengthening blade of black-and-white flames.

In an instant, Kreya’s figure stopped at the edge of the vortex, raising a gigantic blade of black-and-white flames.

Slicing horizontally to directly sever the vortex of flames.

Along with the flame vortex and the figure within it, they were directly cleaved apart.

At this moment, the entire Nether River Space began to shake violently.

In the originally silent dark world, one rift after another broke open, as silver light from outside projected inside.

The entire world was shaking crazily, like an apocalyptic scene about to collapse.

Witnessing such a scene, the black-and-white flames consumed Kreya, and her figure subsequently vanished.

...

Just at the moment when the corpse of the gray-haired Archbishop floated up, Kane had already poured several vials of different potions into his mouth.

The surrounding manifestations and the overwhelmingly nauseating silver light indicated the situation at this moment.

"Your name is Kane, isn’t it?"

A voice, ethereal yet powerful, emerged from the enemy’s mouth.

Invisible forces pressed down on Kane.

The Realm of Dustlessness prevented Kane’s magic power from approaching the opponent in the slightest.

This made it impossible for him to create his desired artifacts around the enemy, unable to make offensive actions, or create bizarre machinery.

Such powerful forces, coupled with the fact that when the enemy dies, their body absorbs into the depths of light.