The Nether River Patriarch knew he was outmatched and had already allowed his Asura Blood Sea forces to enter the Blood River, leaving the battlefield to return to the Asura Blood Sea.
Mosquito protector was so angry that he was fuming, but there was nothing he could do. The Nether River he had high hopes for actually slipped away in such a disgraceful manner. He even wished that the Victorious Fighting Buddha would catch up and beat the Nether River to death with his staff! The Nether River had lived for so many years, not in vain. As soon as he saw the situation turning unfavorable, he ran faster than anyone else.
At this time, the two Ancestral Witches pressed on. Left with no choice, Mosquito protector reluctantly entered the fray. Fortuitously, he received seven great flags, and the Nether River wasn't entirely without honor. Raising the flags, he conjured the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons, though in truth, there were only seven divisions remaining.