Qin Ze took a deep breath. He knew this was a critical moment and he couldn't delay any longer. He swung the Heavenly Question Sword in his hand and let out a huge roar that echoed across the battlefield like thunder.
"Netherworld warriors, heed my command!" Qin Ze's voice was cold and resolute. The Netherworld warriors immediately stopped fighting and turned to look at him, their eyes gleaming with loyalty.
"Clear a path for me! No matter the cost, make a bloody trail!" Qin Ze gave the order. He knew this was a life-or-death gamble; the winner lives, the loser dies.
It wasn't that he didn't want to tear through the void and leave directly, but rather that the battlefield of gods and demons greatly restricted his power.
Flying, tearing through the void—none of that matters!
The Netherworld Warriors did not hesitate; their purpose was to carry out Qin Ze's orders. They gathered together, like a dark storm, charging forward with the aura of death.
One ghostly warrior wielded a massive iron chain, swinging it with such ferocity that it sent the skeleton warriors in front of him sprawling like venomous snakes. Another ghostly warrior, wielding a giant axe, unleashed destructive force with each swing, cleaving the skeleton warriors into pieces.
Qin Ze followed closely behind the Netherworld warriors. He knew that at this moment, there was no time to linger, no turning back; only forward. His eyes were cold and resolute, and each swing of the Heavenly Question Sword carried destructive power, cleaving the skeleton warriors in front of him in two.
The flames of battle burned even more fiercely, and the skeleton soldiers fell one after another, yet they continued to surge forward, like an endless army. The ghost warriors advanced relentlessly, their figures flashing in the darkness like messengers of death.
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