Mogard was stunned. Unconvinced, he tried to set up the rules again: "Here..."
Unfortunately, the word "prohibition" simply cannot be uttered.
He was greatly alarmed; did the other party also possess the power of words?
That's right. If the other party can interrupt his spellcasting with "What are you looking at?", then surely they must also possess the power of words?
Moreover, the other party's mastery of the art of words seemed to be extremely profound, even surpassing his own.
He immediately set the rules upon arrival, disabling his most prized skill, the art of words.
Wait, wasn't I wearing a special helmet? Why did I still get hit?
At this moment, Zuan also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and just used the "Key Comes" technique, which allows the law to follow the words.
Each use of "Key Comes" comes at a great cost, so he rarely uses it unless absolutely necessary.
Fortunately, what "Key Comes" is about to achieve is not too difficult, and with his own cultivation level increasing, his understanding of power has reached a new level.
Although his body was cracked due to the "key," he quickly recovered thanks to his powerful regenerative abilities, and no one else could tell that he had just suffered a serious injury.
"Key Comes" is an extremely profound power of rules; once spoken, it becomes reality without needing to be heard by others. Therefore, Morgard's specially made helmet was of course ineffective.
Seeing the horrific scene on the battlefield, Zaun was unwilling to let the Asura and the Witch Clan suffer too many casualties because of him, so he decided to end the battle quickly.
He opened his hand, and a drop of blood-yellow liquid appeared in his palm.
The River of Oblivion!
With a gentle wave of his hand, he scattered a portion of the water droplet into the demon army.
There was only a single drop of water, but as it flew over, it flowed endlessly. Soon, the drop of water turned into a small stream, the stream into a great river, and then into towering waves.
The Asuras and the Witch Clan, having lived in the Netherworld for so long, naturally recognized it as the River of Oblivion at a glance, and one by one, they retreated in horror to avoid it.
However, the demon army was unaware of this and thought it was just some kind of water-based attack spell. Many powerful demons spewed out scorching flames, trying to burn the water-based spell directly.
Those demons clearly had reason to be confident; their raging flames, which blotted out the sky, were even more powerful than the river on the other side.
Unfortunately, the waters of the River of Oblivion showed no sign of evaporating; the flames, which had been raging fiercely, were extinguished the moment they came into contact with the water.
The demons and powerful figures were filled with astonishment. What water in this world could they not extinguish even if they joined forces?
Unfortunately, they would never have the chance to know the answer.
In the blink of an eye, they were enveloped by the River of Oblivion. Their originally ferocious expressions turned blank, and they became walking corpses soaking in the water.
The remaining demon army had no idea that the water was so powerful, and now it was too late to escape.
The formation masters in the demon army were so engrossed in their hand gestures that their hands were practically steaming as they unleashed various spells and formations in an attempt to stop the terrifying waves.
Unfortunately, the River of Oblivion seemed to be formless and invisible, and those spells and formations could not affect it at all.
Soon, the towering waves swept through the spells, completely engulfing the entire team of array masters.
In an instant, all the originally shrewd and powerful demon array masters turned into idiots.
The demon army was completely routed. They had never seen such terrifying water before, and how could they possibly maintain their formation?
They all turned and ran, and countless people were pushed and trampled to death.
But how could the Asuras and the Witch Clan, who were watching them with predatory eyes, let them have their way?
They blocked their retreat and drove them back into the river.
Because they were familiar with the Netherworld and the River of Oblivion from years of living there, they didn't even need to discuss it with Zu'an beforehand to know what to do.
The armies of the Asuras and the Witch Clan roared with excitement, for they had never fought such a thrilling battle in all these years.
They don't need to do anything, they just need to collect heads.
The thrill of mowing the lawn is so satisfying.
Mogad, who was not far away, was furious. He never expected that his army, which had been strong and well-equipped not long ago, would be wiped out in the blink of an eye.
And the culprit behind all of this is that person!
He stared at Zuan's figure, his eyes no longer filled with anger, but only with fear.
Before this, he had never seen a single person capable of fighting against an army.
Even someone as powerful as the Lord of Slaughter would suffer losses in a direct confrontation with an elite army, yet this guy single-handedly annihilated his battle-hardened troops.
Especially that blood-yellow water, I don't know what it was that was so terrifying.
He had conquered so many worlds and was quite knowledgeable, yet even he felt the taste of death when faced with this object.
So he turned and ran, abandoning the remnants of his army.
He had already lost the battle against Zaun, but this time he came back with two reasons: first, the specially made helmet restored his ability to use Word of Power; and second, his elite army gave him endless confidence.
These elite armies, filled with powerful warriors, had conquered countless worlds, yet they were completely wiped out.
Furthermore, his prized Word of Power skill was sealed again, and the opponent brought out this terrifying magic weapon, which clearly shows that the opponent did not go all out in the previous battle.
Who knows what other powerful magical treasures or skills he might have? What's the point of fighting like this?
So he completely lost his courage and ran away.
Seeing him run away, the last vestiges of resistance in the demon army completely crumbled, and all the demons ran frantically in all directions. But what awaited them were organized armies of Asuras and Witches, who would either slaughter them or drown them in the terrifying flood.
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