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

Before this, Thor suffered from the fierce Chaos God-Eating Slash of the King's Soul. The lightning around him became faint and dim, and his body was shaky, as if he would fall straight from the clouds in the next moment. However, the unwillingness and anger in his eyes were like burning flames. The pride of being the God of Thunder made him unwilling to be defeated.

Although Wang Hun gained the upper hand with one move, he also suffered heavy losses. His breathing was disordered and rapid, his chest heaving violently, the light of his Chaos Overlord Body also dimmed a little, and the Chaos God-Devouring Sword trembled slightly, as if humming the decline of its power.

But his eyes were like a falcon, fixed firmly on Thor, knowing that once the God of Thunder found an opportunity to counterattack, the situation would be reversed again.

At this moment, the distant sky seemed to be torn apart, and several dazzling lights suddenly appeared, accompanied by bursts of roars, and countless powerful auras approached rapidly like a surging tide, among which several particularly majestic auras arrived in an instant. Wang Hun's heart sank, and he thought to himself: "Could it be that Odin's reinforcements have arrived?"

He looked around quickly and saw that the Underworld City was temporarily safe and sound under Wu Geng's full protection with the colorless wall. He felt a little relieved, and then turned his gaze firmly to Thor, ready to face a more brutal and difficult battle.

When Thor sensed that reinforcements were coming, his flagging spirit suddenly perked up. He raised his head and laughed wildly: "King Soul, today is the day you die! I wonder how you can resist!" After that, he supported his wounded body and gripped Thor's hammer again. The power of thunder and lightning slowly gathered in an attempt to recover some of his fighting power.

In an instant, two figures came roaring with overwhelming divine power, led by Heimdall and Tyr.

Heimdall held a spear in his hand, his eyes as cold as a torch. He instantly understood the situation on the battlefield and shouted loudly: "The God King has ordered a quick battle and a quick decision. Don't miss the opportunity!" Behind him, Tyr held a sharp sword in his hand, the tip of the sword flashing with cold light, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, staring at the King's Soul, ready to go.

Wang Hun saw that the enemy reinforcements had arrived and were coming fiercely. Although he was extremely anxious, as if he was frying in oil, his eyes became more determined, like the stars in the cold night. He knew that if he retreated even a step at this moment, the Hades City would be doomed, and the lives and property of the thousands of people behind him depended on him, and he could not afford to lose.

At that moment, Wang Hun quickly sent a message to Wu Geng: "You must hold on, don't act rashly, and wait for me to find an opportunity to defeat the enemy!" After speaking, he took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood in his body, and struggled to stimulate the power of chaos to flow slowly in his meridians, trying to regroup.

Heimdall's eyes were cold, and he took the lead in attacking. He shook his spear, and several sharp cold rays instantly burst out from the tip of the spear, like lightning across the night sky, piercing towards the king's soul with lightning speed.

Wang Hun dodged to the side and swung his sword to block. The Chaos God Devouring Sword and the spear collided with a loud bang, making a deafening sound of metal clashing and sparks flying everywhere. However, this hasty resistance caused Wang Hun's blood to surge, and his old wounds burst open, and blood oozed out, staining his clothes red.

Tyr seized the opportunity and swung the sword in his hand. A flash of cold light passed by, and the sword wind whistled and cut Wang Hun's throat. Wang Hun had no time to breathe, and he raised his head and retreated quickly. The cold sword blade scraped his chin, leaving a blood mark.

Thor saw an opportunity, and while enduring the pain, he raised Thor's hammer high again. Although the lightning from the hammer was weak, it still revealed a burst of violence. He roared, and threw Thor's hammer towards King Soul with all his might. The hammer, wrapped in the remaining lightning power, drew a fatal arc in the air, and the air was ionized wherever it passed, making a "sizzling" sound.

Wang Hun's eyes fixed, knowing the deadly power of this attack. He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet hard on the ground, and retreated like a ghost, while holding the Chaos Devouring God Sword horizontally in front of him, concentrating all his strength on the power of chaos to resist.

When the sword and hammer collided, there was a loud bang that shook the heaven and earth. Wang Hun was struck by lightning and his body flew backwards uncontrollably, hitting the top of a mountain heavily. Rocks rolled down and smoke and dust filled the air.

But how could Wang Hun give up so easily? He struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes burned with unyielding flames. Although the light of the Chaos Tyrant Body was dim, it still stubbornly exuded the power of protection. The Chaos Devouring God Sword hummed, as if responding to the fighting spirit of its master.

At this time, the Underworld City on the ground was firmly protected by the colorless wall under Wu Geng's perseverance. The screams and prayers of the people in the city could be heard faintly. Wu Geng's face was solemn, and his forehead was full of sweat. He tried his best to maintain this protective barrier. His eyes swept to the battlefield in the air from time to time, and he was anxious.

Seeing that Wang Hun was in danger, the three generals Zongheng Tianxia, ​​Death Eyes and Hanfeng Linlin were anxious and stepped forward without hesitation.

Zongheng Tianxia clenched his fists and his eyes seemed to be shouting that even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead, he would create a way of survival for his comrades.

In the cold wind, his posture was as straight as a pine tree. He shook the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the gun buzzed. The cold light was overflowing, and the fierce momentum seemed to freeze the air. He gritted his teeth and whispered: "Wang Hun must not be in trouble. I must lend him a helping hand!"

The man with Death's Eyes exuded a chilling deathly aura, and under the special mask, there was a faint glow of blood. He clenched his fists, his joints creaked, and the black deathly aura around him seemed to be shrouded in materialized mountain fog. He said in a cold voice: "If we don't take action now, when will we take action?" The three of them looked at each other, and they had made up their minds to rush to the high-altitude battlefield immediately.

"Damn it, it's them!" Wu Geng looked up and couldn't help but take a breath. He saw four more figures approaching quickly like ghosts, carrying a powerful aura.

Leading the group was none other than Hades, the feared god of the underworld in the western underworld. He was tall and burly, with a black robe fluttering in the wind, exuding a mysterious and eerie aura. The Pluto's fork in his hand glowed dimly, as if it could devour all life. Behind him followed the three judges of the underworld, Radamanthys, Aiacos, and Minos, all of whom had ferocious looks on their faces and looked aggressive.

"Leave it to us!" Zongheng Tianxia saw this and did not retreat at all. Instead, he took a step forward, holding his two swords horizontally and taking a fighting stance. Han Fenglinlin also raised his spear and nodded in response: "That's right, now Wang Hun is fighting the three gods of the West, how can we just stand by and watch, at worst we can fight to the death!" Death Eyes also snorted coldly, and the death aura on his body became stronger and stronger: "I will go there immediately and let them know the ability of my Underworld general!"

Seeing this, Wu Geng hurriedly tried to stop them: "It's too dangerous, you are no match for them! The powerful men in the Western Underworld are all ruthless and their methods are strange. If you go there rashly, you will only die in vain!" However, the three of them looked at each other, and the determination in their eyes did not waver at all, and they did not take a single step back.