Hades' eyes were fixed on the open gates of hell before him.

Behind the enormous gate, flowing with lava patterns, lies a supreme celestial gate, twisted and mechanical, engulfed in flames.

Millions of wronged souls lingered and twisted behind the Heavenly Gate.

The crimson afterimage of the soul hovered in the air, struggling and displaying a deformed and distorted form.

They frantically tried to pour out from behind the Heavenly Gate and enter this hellish world of churning lava.

Deep within Hades' crimson pupils, these chaotic phantoms of souls were reflected, and a strong sense of doubt arose in his heart.

Where on earth did this dog thief summon so many ghosts?

The sight before him made Hades feel heavy-headed.

As the god of the underworld, he could discern that these souls were mired in disorder and chaos.

The depths of these dead souls are already filled with endless fear and madness.

Their souls had long since collapsed in despair, leaving them only to let out mournful, drawn-out cries of pain.

Millions of tormented souls do not belong in hell.

But now, if these countless souls flood into the underworld and are not controlled in time, it will surely bring great trouble to the underworld.

At that time, the entire underworld will be thrown into chaos by the rebellion of these dead souls.

Upon witnessing this scene, Hades, as the king of the underworld, could not contain his anger.

All departed souls should go to the underworld to be reincarnated, instead of being imprisoned in some hopeless, enclosed space, becoming tools or slaves.

Faced with all this, Hades suddenly swung the crimson, towering spear in his hand.

The golden spearhead carved a deep trench in the ground and slowly rose up.

A powerful gust of wind swept across the arena, and the scorching heat churned the surrounding air.

Hades pointed the tip of his gun at Victor's forehead, and the flames enveloping Victor's body became even more intense and scorching.

"Did you imprison these innocent souls?"

In Hades' eyes, Victor was a heinous criminal.

Perhaps these millions of lost souls died because of Victor.

Even after death, they are imprisoned, driven to madness by endless despair.

Thinking of this, Hades' anger was hard to contain.

People as heinous as dog thieves should have a special prison built for them deep in the underworld.

Not only will he experience the chill to his very bones, but he will also have to endure the pain of all forms of torture.

However, despite Hades's increasingly powerful aura, Victor remained unusually calm, showing no fear in the face of the spearhead.

He gently extended a hand and casually brushed aside the golden spear tip aimed at his brow.

"That's not the issue you should be considering right now."

"It's not about how to deal with 'them'."

Upon hearing Victor's words, Hades's angry gaze slowly moved upwards, landing on the High Heavenly Gate outside the Gates of Hell.

The next moment, the Supreme Heavenly Gate seemed to be struck by a tremendous force, and the mechanical door frame, which was engulfed in flames, began to collapse and was on the verge of falling.

But the powerful thrust did not stop, and the simultaneous outpouring of millions of ghosts caused the supreme heavenly gate to collapse with a deafening roar.

Crimson flames erupted from the crack, forming a chaotic, scarlet fissure.

Countless souls broke free of their restraints and surged out of the dark vortex, floating suspended in mid-air.

These wandering souls opened their twisted mouths, their bodies withered like skeletons, and they filled the entire sky in a chaotic manner.

When they stormed into the gates of hell, the original starry world was instantly obscured.

These blood-red glooms, woven from countless hideous ghosts, flowed slowly and oppressively in the high sky.

Their cries and mournful wails unleashed an explosion of endless suffering in that instant.

It was like an inverted ocean pressing down from the sky, trying to smash the entire hell.

Flames erupted in Hades' eyes, and countless ghosts swept past him like a blood-red river, filling the entire sky above Hell.

The moment the dead souls surged in, the blue ghosts on the two high platforms clung to each other in fear.

Their bodies trembled, and their eyes showed a blank look of fear.

These unexpected visitors terrified them.

Each ghost contains the ultimate terror and despair.

This immense and chaotic pressure was simply unbearable for these ordinary ghosts.

Hades stared at each of the dead souls that passed by, his anger growing ever stronger, and his burning beard rose into the air.

His fierce gaze was fixed on Viktor, the flames surging within him seeming to want to devour him on the spot.

Even in his anger, he was powerless against Viktor for the time being.

The most urgent task is to control the souls that have suddenly wandered into hell.

well.

The thought of this gave Hades a headache, and a buzzing sound echoed in his ears.

Having lost his watchdog, he is not only forced to guard the gate, but now he even has to work overtime.

Ever since that dog thief went to hell, he has never had a single day of peace.

Hades hurled a vicious curse at Victor, muttering incoherently:

"I will never forget you, you dog thief."

"You will never escape the underworld, and I will make sure you experience unbearable pain."

He angrily flung his cloak, and orange hellfire erupted from the cross-section of his body, his figure gradually disappearing in the flames.

With Hades' departure, the massive arena vanished without a trace, and the wraiths that had been huddled on the high platform scattered in all directions.

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