bayedsolid Chapter 184 Delirious Injury, the God of the Underworld Descends
Chapter 184 Delirious Injury, the God of the Underworld Descends
"Well done...but why are there only three of you left here? Where did the other two go?"
When the clear, cold voice came from mid-air, the third seatman was instantly shaken.
He quickly composed himself, weakly turned his head, and knelt down to speak.
"My God, the Seventh and Ninth Seats went out to purchase the supplies needed for this final period of time, but for some reason, they haven't returned for about half a day."
"I see..." Upon hearing this, Yiyu nodded gently.
Although he was curious as to why the supplies he had purchased had not returned for half a day, it was no longer important.
Because his goal was about to be achieved.
"It's alright, let's ignore it. This altar is just one step away from completion, so let me fill the final gap..."
Upon hearing this, the obsequious expression on the third seat suddenly froze.
Why...
What right does he have to steal my opportunity to become an agent?
No, I need to stall for a while!
Otherwise, if this hypocrite had summoned the evil god, I would have been out of the picture!
"My lord, I think we should wait for the two of them. Such a great moment needs to be witnessed, doesn't it?"
Upon hearing this, Yiyu suddenly seemed to find it quite reasonable.
After thinking for a while, he nodded. Just as he was about to agree to the third seat's request, a clear sword cry appeared out of nowhere and lingered in their ears for a long time.
Ding~~!
Upon sensing that extremely sharp aura, Yiyu's expression suddenly changed, and she exclaimed in astonishment.
"How... is that possible...?"
In the Great Xia Dynasty.....
Using a sword...
It exuded an aura that even he found terrifying...
Who else could it be but that sword saint?
With this thought in mind, he tore through space without hesitation and fled.
joke!
Let him activate the altar in front of the Sword Saint?
Don't you die?
He can't afford to worry about the few "believers" in the underground space right now...
Whether you survive or not depends entirely on your own abilities!
Seeing that Lord Yiyu came and went in a hurry, the third seat holder showed a questioning look on his face.
It's just the sound of a sword's cry...
Is such a big reaction really necessary?
However, when he saw what happened next, his mouth dropped open in horror.
A silver-white sword beam pierced through the thick layer of soil and struck the void where [Whisper] had just disappeared.
As the silvery sword light disappeared, Yiyu's figure flew backward from the void, falling from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.
His crisp tuxedo bore a gruesome sword wound, spurting blood!
"Cough cough..."
With a pale face, Yiyu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and howled menacingly at the bristling black dog.
"What are you waiting for? If I die, you won't survive either!!"
Upon hearing his voice, the black vicious dog reluctantly transformed into a terrifying behemoth that blotted out the sky!
At the same time, two figures flew into the underground space through the gap created by the silver-white sword light.
Upon seeing the person who arrived, Yiyu's anxious heart finally died.
It wasn't just because he was certain that the one who made the move was Sword Saint Zhou Ping; the little white-haired guy standing next to him was practically the nemesis of his followers!
Wherever he is, without exception, his followers will suffer heavy casualties.
He now deeply regrets not killing him before he grew up.
Not just him, but also Lin Qiye!
It's not a good thing either!
They all thought my "followers" were like cabbages, and they picked them as much as they could!
but......
Today, he might even team up with the Sword Saint to chop this old eggplant off along with him...
What a terrible mess you've made!
After Li Jie and his companion arrived in the underground space, Zhou Ping stared intently at the altar emitting a ghostly light.
Fortunately, it was just a leak of energy; the ritual wasn't finished yet.
However... there are quite a few annoying flies here...
"Li Jie, leave these people to me... You handle the altar..."
Upon hearing the Sword Saint's arrangement, Li Jie frowned.
He knew that even if the altar was destroyed, it would still possess the power to summon the god of the underworld.
The most urgent task now is to incapacitate everyone here!
Once they're all wiped out, this altar will be nothing but an empty shell!
"Senior, let's clear these people out first. As for that altar..."
"Without the support of their spiritual power, they will be unable to complete the final ritual!"
After saying that, Zhou Ping thought for a moment and then nodded, even though he could handle all of them himself.
But if Li Jie and he act together, the speed will be even faster.
Delay may lead to complications, so it's better to resolve this as soon as possible!
"Do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two streaks of light, one white and one yellow, flashed past everyone's eyes.
Subsequently, two circular, jet-black sword beams appeared in the underground space. The Third and Twelfth Seats lying on the ground, the sky-covering Wind Vein Earth Dragon, and the heavily injured Yiyu were all involuntarily drawn into the sky by these two sword beams.
what is this? ! !
Feeling her body flying uncontrollably toward the two people holding longswords horizontally, she bit her tongue lightly, barely managing to steady herself, and tried to escape the dark sword energy filled with domineering aura.
But Zhou Ping wouldn't let him have his way!
As Yiyu and the others were sucked into mid-air, the Sword Saint's second sword had already arrived!
He swung the [Dragon Elephant] horizontally, and the silver-white sword light arrived instantly. Except for Yiyu, who forcibly deviated from the direction and only lost an arm, the other two people and the dragon were all beheaded instantly by this sword.
The third seat holder, filled with boundless aspirations, died without ever knowing the true identity of this black-clad youth who could kill 'Klein' with a single sword strike...
"Ugh!! Damn it!!"
The one-armed creature babbled incoherently and roared furiously to the sky, unable to escape or fight back!
He had never felt so helpless since he reached the pinnacle of Klein!
"Huff... Huff..."
The murmured creature, sprawled beside the altar, gasped for breath, its eyes gradually hardening with malice...
Since I'm going to die... then none of you will live either!
With this thought in mind, he poured all his spiritual power into the altar behind him.
[Muttering], one of the three gods of the Ancient God Church, exhausted his own power to become the final piece of the puzzle for the descent of the God of the Underworld.
Sensing the terrifying divine power emanating from the altar, Li Jie and Zhou Ping's expressions instantly turned icy cold.
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P.S.: Just adding this in.