He brandished his fiery red spear once more.

As the intense flames burst forth in his eyes, the air behind him seemed to fluctuate violently.

Flames surged forth, and within those flames, a sea of ​​orange, scorching soul energy emerged.

Each undead warrior wielded a different weapon, and the vast, blazing sea of ​​fire surged crimson amidst the tremors.

Hundreds of thousands of dead soldiers appeared one by one on the dueling field, like an astonishing army hovering amidst the glittering fireworks.

When the last undead warrior arrived, Hades stood before the scorching sea of ​​souls and swung his spear.

At this moment, he was like a king who commanded an army and wielded the supreme power of a scepter.

His bright red cloak swayed gently behind him as he slowly spoke:

"I am a king."

"Since you yearn to experience the cruelty of war, then let me bestow upon you this tragic song."

Seeing this, Victor seemed not to feel the slightest fear.

He simply looked at the vast, uncountable sea of ​​dead souls behind Hades.

Suddenly, a few wisps of eerie green smoke escaped from the azure fire in his eyes.

The next second, the eerie green smoke in his eyes seemed to fully emerge, and the eerie green flames completely replaced the azure in his eyes.

The helmet of the crimson armor looked as if it had been forcibly torn open, revealing a long, curved mouth that stretched all the way to the ears.

It's like opening your mouth and speaking:

"OK."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark green cloud of smoke instantly spread out.

A ghostly gate, emanating a faint green smoke, rose from the ground behind Victor.

The dark stone slabs of the door suddenly unfolded to both sides, vaguely revealing the bone arena that once stood deep in hell.

Under Hades's solemn gaze, a terrifying number of skeletal warriors surged forth like a tidal wave, standing reverently behind Victor like an army from the underworld.

Nearly 100,000 pale skeletons held various strangely shaped weapons in their hands.

A terrifying green flame flickered in their eye sockets, awaiting their general's command.

Now, it seems as if two armies are truly facing off on this battlefield.

Viktor slowly raised the tip of his gun, aiming it at Hades, his red cloak billowing in the wind.

"Then let's have a king versus a king,"

Like a deafening lament, it resounded and awakened the senses:

"Checkmate against checkmate".