It wields a scythe, has no feet, and its entire body is merely a wisp of ghostly black smoke, ethereal and elusive.
Even the mysterious face hidden under the hood was obscured.
Then, the ghost slowly raised its head, revealing its cruel eyes hidden in the black mist before Victor.
"Dare you to think you can defeat the gods?"
“I, Thanatos, the Grim Reaper, will sever your head and reap your soul.”
"Let your soul suffer eternal agony..."
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a magically formed azure flying sword shot out, transforming into a sharp beam of light that pierced directly through the Grim Reaper's head.
Before it could finish speaking, it raised its gaze to the blade of light that had plunged deep into the dark mist above its head.
Of course, such an attack could not instantly kill a true god like him.
But then,
The lightsaber trembled slightly, and the magic power inside the blade began to expand rapidly.
Every particle on the surface of the light blade began to vibrate slightly, releasing a dazzling light.
boom!
A deep, heavy explosion suddenly rang out in the arena, creating ripples of air and a piercing shriek.
At the same time, countless dense magic circles suddenly appeared behind Victor, and various magical ripples began to appear in the air.
Thousands upon thousands of azure lightsabers slowly emerged from the spatial ripples, silently awaiting their orders.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
With a thought, Viktor unleashed a series of magical sword blades that slashed through the air, the sound of air being cut echoing everywhere.
Dense and chaotic streaks of light lingered in mid-air above the arena, constantly converging towards the direction of Death.
Each time, the magic lightsaber was launched, it immediately exploded with a deafening roar.
Thick smoke, accompanied by magical blue particles, floated in mid-air.
It covered almost the entire arena, causing the countless ghostly spectators present to fall silent.
Death itself was unable to put up the slightest resistance.
Finally, the magic swords continued their attack, with explosions echoing throughout.
Viktor had already passed Death's position and headed straight for the closed passage.
As he walked, he indifferently counted down from three in a low voice.
"three,"
"two,"
"one."
Click click click—
As the countdown began, the gate to the passage seemed to sense Victor's victory; its gears slowly turned, and it gradually opened.
At the same time, the magic array and flying swords in the sky also ceased their activity.
The smoke of battle finally cleared.
Where Death had once stood, only a ghostly cloak riddled with bullets remained, lying silently on the ground.
Once the heatwave subsided, his soul dissipated with the wind, and he completely lost consciousness.
Death is dead.
Its soul will be reintegrated into the River Styx until the moment it is resurrected.
However, if we only regard them as opponents, it would be difficult to even pass the time.
"A waste of time."
After uttering those words coldly, Viktor stepped into the passage to the next level.
Only the souls of the audience remained in the entire arena, silent for a moment.
Then, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the audience, reaching the heavens and lasting for a long time.
...
For Victor, challenging the gods of hell was much easier than he had imagined.
In Hell, apart from the three supreme gods and Hades, the only one who can be considered to have any fighting power is Charon, the boatman.
This money-grubbing boatman did indeed demonstrate his capabilities.
On the River Styx, a very large small boat was sailing.
The small boat, which was originally small, would expand infinitely after Charon entered battle mode.
At this moment, various strange and magical lights were emanating from this vast and boundless ship.
Smoke carrying magical dust covered the entire deck, obscuring everyone's figures.
On both sides of the River Styx, countless souls were shocked by the sight before them.
After a brief silence, a long and powerful cheer and shouts erupted from the audience.
It was as if they thought the smoke on the deck was a dazzling display of fireworks released in celebration of their cheers.
Many of the dead even whistled, leading countless others of their kind to emit a cacophony of celebratory whistles.
At the same time, Victor wielded his massive blade to block Charon's swinging oar, the two forces clashing against each other.
Charon opened his skeletal jaw, producing a hoarse grinding sound, and a mist of anger emanated from his eye sockets and mouth.
"gold……"
Although he had no vocal cords, the sound of those two words could be clearly heard coming from his throat.
In fact, as long as you cross the River Styx, you can reach the lowest level of the underworld, the Netherworld.
But to cross the River Styx, they had to rely on the boatman Charon.
Charon never carried living people across the river; if he discovered a passenger was alive, he would throw them into the River Styx.
No amount of gold coins could help.
But now, Victor is certain that he is alive.
Charon still demanded gold coins from him.
This left many viewers of "The Lost Souls" puzzled.
Until Victor reached out his other hand and took out a money bag.
Is this what you mean?
He deliberately shook the bag in his hand, making the gold coins inside clink and echo throughout the River Styx.
This scene shocked countless souls around them.
Looking at Charon's body again, the money pouch that always hung at his waist was no longer there.
What?
That human actually stole Charon's money pouch while fighting him!?
In the underworld, every soul knows perfectly well just how much Charon values money.
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