The complacence in Scotte’s eyes faded rapidly. “Why is this happening?”

The other three grand monarchs also fell silent.

“This is...” Nie Tian frowned as he watched the blown-up part of the Nether River morph slowly.

The Nether River that had extended from the great vortex to the Silent Star Sea was simply too long.

The part that Scotte had vaporized with Thunder Blast only took up less than a thousandth of it.

At this moment, the broken Nether River was slowly reconnecting on its own, as if it had its own awareness.

From the look of it, it wouldn’t be long before it healed.

Scotte panted and said, with wisps of lightning in his breaths, “I can only use Thunder Blast nine times.”

Apparently, he felt awkward. “After that, my bloodline power will be drained. If I could destroy this Nether River with nine Thunder Blasts, I’d be willing to do it. But it seems...”

Even if he didn’t say that, everyone...