The matter of the red fish is fine, but I can't hand over the power of the Netherworld to him. I don't want to suffer countless years of torment in the icy hell again!
At this moment, a boundless sea of blood suddenly surged up beneath the old demon king's feet. This was the new power he gained in the sea of blood after he had climbed the mountain of knives and the sea of fire and then endured torture in the sea of blood hell.
He felt it was more powerful than before. He had originally planned to save this move as a trump card to ambush Zhao Hao or the Dragon King at a crucial moment, but now he had to use it ahead of schedule.
He rose higher and higher, and the sea of blood beneath his feet formed towering waves. Within it, many ferocious ghosts stood around him, seemingly fighting alongside him.
At the same time, a hazy sun rose behind him. Originally, his domain was a red sun, but now it had changed due to the influence of the Netherworld.
In the new realm formed by the gray sun and the sea of blood, he felt that he was much stronger than in his previous life.
Zuan glanced at it and thought that Sister Yun's domain seemed to be the same as the sea of blood, but she made it much more beautiful. He wondered if the sea of blood in the Netherworld would have any effect on Sister Yun's technique. If it did, he would bring her to see it in the future.
At this moment, Zhao Hao also opened his arms, and countless thin ghost skins flew all over the sky. Each skin was actually the appearance of a complete ghost. Of course, it was only skin, without the flesh and blood inside. These ghost skins were like bats, emitting strange laughter and having extremely ferocious expressions. They seemed to be waiting to devour and absorb the essence of their enemies, turning them into ghost skins just like their own.
This is a new ability that Zhao Hao comprehended in the Skinning Hell. He had the same idea as the old demon king, originally planning to give him a big blow at a crucial moment, but right now the most important thing is to deal with Zaun first.
Seeing the two of them unleash increasingly dazzling skills, the Dragon King cursed under his breath, "They're both cunning old foxes!"
The temperature around him suddenly dropped, and patches of icy hell spread everywhere, as if even the air could be frozen. Its power was in no way inferior to that of the other two.
However, he was quite unhappy at the moment. He had revealed his trump card from the very beginning, and compared to those two guys, he seemed like a fool.
As the three powerful figures arrived with the might of the Blood Sea Hell, the Skinning Hell, and the Frost Hell, Zu'an sighed softly.
The old demon king sneered, "Now you know fear? I won't kill you so quickly. Instead, I'll make you sink into a sea of blood and experience all the pain I've endured over the years."
The opponent was indeed stronger than he had expected, but what were the three of them? They were among the top three strongest people in the world in their previous lives, and now each of them had gained new power. With the three of them joining forces, no matter how strong the opponent was, he could only suffer a bitter defeat.
Zhao Hao snorted coldly: "Don't be careless, be careful of his strange skills."
For some reason, thinking about the other party's strange and unpredictable skills made him feel uneasy, as if this guy was really mysterious.
Could it be that he has some hidden trump card?
At this moment, Zuan finally spoke up: "When I fought you before, you were indeed stronger than me, so I could only rely on those skills to survive. But now that I want to deal with you, why do I need those tricks?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly flew into the sky, with ripples floating in the void behind him, as if some kind of power was about to emerge from it.
"Not good, don't let him make a move!" The old demon emperor's expression changed. He had suffered a great loss from this move back then.
Zhao Hao and the Dragon King were both top experts of their time, and they attacked simultaneously without Zhao Hao needing to remind them.
The ghostly skins flying everywhere concealed the phantom of a fist capable of destroying the world, as well as a hundred-foot-long dragon formed from condensed ice and the golden crow dharma image in a raging sea of blood, all arriving in front of Zu An almost simultaneously.
The millions of undead who had been watching the battle cursed the shamelessness in their hearts. It was clearly a battle for the supreme position of the Netherworld, yet these three guys actually joined forces to fight one person. If they won like this, how could they be worthy of the title of the supreme position of the Netherworld?
Among them, a headless ghost in the City of the Wrongfully Dead cursed the most fiercely, and looked as if he couldn't help but go up and help.
The other dead spirits nearby laughed and cursed, "Come on, your cultivation level isn't even as high as someone whose skin is strong enough to fight."
"This is a selection of the strongest in the Netherworld. Where is the aura of a supreme being in their behavior? Are you willing to recognize such a guy as your leader?"
"What can we do if we don't acknowledge it? In this world, power is not only defined by cultivation level; wisdom is also a form of power. The fact that the young man couldn't rally his companions in time and was surrounded and attacked only shows that he still has shortcomings in this area."
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Similar discussions were heard in almost every corner of the Netherworld. Under the Bridge of Helplessness, a woman nervously clenched her hands. She was even afraid to watch the live broadcast in mid-air. She could only mutter to herself, "Aunt, you must win!"
Just then, a gasp suddenly erupted around her. She hurriedly looked up and saw a shocking change taking place on the arena.
Zaun's face turned cold: "You've all used the power of your respective hells, have you forgotten which region I am the king of?"
As soon as he finished speaking, streaks of sword energy appeared in the void behind him, a combination of the Divine Weapon Manual and the Azure Phoenix Sword Formation.
However, this time the sword energy was very special. Each sword was no longer a phantom, but emitted a blood-yellow light, and each sword had the power of a divine weapon.
The three people opposite them, who thought they had it all figured out a second ago, suddenly had their pupils constrict and screamed, "Wangchuan! That's the water of Wangchuan!"
The various spells cast by the three collided with the sword energy formed from the River of Oblivion. The sword energy seemed to shatter at the slightest touch, but they couldn't feel happy at all.
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