Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

In the solemn and dignified meeting hall of the Underworld City, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed tangible, and everyone's hearts were shrouded in heavy worries.

Wang Hun sat on the main seat, wearing a black robe as black as ink, which made his face look even more stern. His eyes seemed to contain endless wisdom and strategy. At this moment, his voice was low and firm and echoed in the hall: "The actions of these so-called Western gods are already obvious. Their purpose must be to invade Middle-earth. In my opinion, their wolfish ambitions are definitely not limited to the underworld. Wherever Middle-earth reaches, the underworld, the human race, the gods, and even the mysterious Fantasy Island will become their coveted targets."

Wu Geng frowned, stood up suddenly, clenched his fists, and with a smart light flashing in his eyes, he eagerly said: "If that's the case, then should we unite with other forces to fight the enemy together? Fighting alone, it may be difficult to defeat this powerful Western enemy."

Wang Hun nodded slightly, and his eyes swept over everyone with unquestionable majesty: "Of course. At present, although I am the de facto helmsman of the Three Realms, the situation is critical and I cannot afford to make any mistakes. Moreover, from your previous description of the battle, the Western gods are extremely arrogant. According to my speculation, they will definitely divide their troops into multiple routes. While invading the kingdom of the underworld, they will also launch surprise attacks on the human race, the gods, and the Fantasy Island, in an attempt to defeat all the forces in our Middle-earth in one fell swoop."

Zongheng Tianxia recalled the thrilling battle with Radamanthys. His eyes widened with anger. The bruises on his face had not yet faded, but he could not hide his fighting spirit. He said in a rough voice: "Yes, their performance on the battlefield was really arrogant! Moreover, when I fought with Radamanthys, I could clearly feel from his words that they already had some understanding of our strength, tactics and many other aspects. I am afraid that they came here this time to further spy on the truth and confirm their battle plan."

She danced with the wind, her sleeves fluttering, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and she echoed softly, "In that case, they are very likely to make careful plans and advance in groups based on the distribution of our combat power they have discovered. We must not sit and wait for death. We must retain enough combat power and wait for the opportunity to defeat them all in one go, only then can we resolve this crisis."

"You are so arrogant!" Luanwu Kuangdao slammed the table so hard that the teacup on the table shook a few times and the tea splashed out. He ignored it and roared with a red face, "Do you really think that there is no one in our Middle-earth? How dare you look down on us like this? This time, I will make sure they never come back!"

Wang Hun raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, his eyes deep as the abyss, and he said calmly: "Okay, at this moment, we will deploy all our defenses. I have an ominous premonition that they will attack again in the near future! In addition, we must send someone to quickly notify the Gods, Humans, and Phantom Island to pass on this urgent military intelligence so that all parties can prepare early and fight against the foreign enemies together."

"Yes, sir!" Everyone responded in unison. Their voices echoed throughout the hall, revealing their resolve and determination.

The True Chan Saint King had been sitting quietly beside him. At this moment, he put his hands together, looked solemn, bowed slightly, and chanted a Buddhist name: "I will also use the power of the Great Way of Truth to do my best to help you fight against the invasion and protect the creatures of this Middle Earth."

Wang Hun showed a look of gratitude and stood up to return the greeting: "Then I'll have to trouble the Saint Monk Zhen Chan. It is a blessing for us and the Middle Earth to have your help."

After everyone had made their decision, they dispersed. Wang Hun hurriedly found Wu Geng who was about to leave. Wu Geng saw Wang Hun coming and hurriedly bowed respectfully and asked, "Master, do you have any other tasks for me?"

Wang Hun looked solemn. He patted Wu Geng on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Of course. Master Zi Yu returned to the Western Region three years ago. Now the situation is critical. I want you to send someone immediately to bring him back. He will definitely help us in this war."

Wu Geng puffed out his chest, looked determined, and responded without hesitation: "No problem, Master, don't worry, leave this matter to me." After that, he turned around and left quickly, and his figure soon disappeared at the end of the corridor outside the hall.

Wang Hun climbed up the tower alone, facing the strong wind, his clothes rustling. He looked far into the distance, looking at the misty place in the distance, which was the vast mountains and rivers of Middle-earth, and also the battlefield that was about to face the baptism of war.

He remained silent, his deep eyes seemed to reflect the cruel war of the future, and he seemed to be thinking about a good strategy to defeat the enemy. For a long time, only the black robe fluttering in the wind witnessed his heavy mood at the moment.

In the distant and mysterious western land, where ancient legends are sealed for years, a magnificent palace rises from the ground in the midst of desolation, like a giant lying dormant. Inside the palace, the light is like a tamed beast, tamely falling through the cracks in the dome, as if covering this solemn place with a layer of dreamy gauze, and finally gathering in the center of the palace, reflecting the middle-aged man in a golden robe as if he were a god.

The man was as tall as a pine tree, and his golden robe was covered with strange patterns, each of which seemed to be whispering ancient secrets. With his subtle movements, light flickered between the patterns, as if it contained endless mysterious power. His face was stern, as if it was carved from the hardest cold stone. In his eyes, the majestic light seemed to be substantial, as if it could see through all the vanity in this world and take in the essence of all things.

Under the main hall, seven figures that seemed to have stepped out of mythology stood quietly. The terrifying power emanating from them made the air seem thick and sticky, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Thor, the famous god of thunder, is also Odin's eldest son. He is sturdy and strong, standing tall like a mountain. The armor he wears gleams with a cold metallic luster in the dim light, as if star fragments are inlaid on it. The legendary Thor's hammer hangs beside him. Arcs jump and flicker around the suspended hammer, as if spiritual elves are playing happily. Just standing still like this, people can hear the rolling thunder coming from the distant sky and feel the violent force that can tear the sky apart. In the entire God's domain, he is recognized as a powerful existence second only to Odin and his wife.

Loki, with a slender and flexible figure, wears a red robe that is as blazing as fire, as if the burning sunset is draping over him. His face is handsome but somewhat cunning, and his eyes seem to hide endless calculations. As the god of strategy and deception, and also the god of fire, he plays an important role in countless ups and downs of mythological chapters. Sometimes he is like the most loyal ally, giving advice to the gods and turning the tide; sometimes he is like a venomous snake hiding in the dark, counterattacking at a critical moment, putting the gods in a desperate situation. His mind is like the most unfathomable pool in the world.