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

Just when Wu Geng and the other three were extremely anxious and didn't know what to do, an ethereal and peaceful voice seemed to come from the sky: "Let me lend you a helping hand."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the True Zen Saint King stepping into the air and slowly approaching. He was wearing a plain cassock, with a kind face but a resolute look. He put his hands together, and a faint golden Buddha light emanated from his body, like a Buddha descending to the earth, bringing a glimmer of peace and hope to this tense and bloody battlefield.

"Thank you, Master Zhen Chan!" Wu Geng's eyes lit up and he thanked him quickly. Saint King Zhen Chan nodded slightly and glanced at everyone with a soothing look.

So, the four of them no longer hesitated, and moved, flying into the sky like four streams of light, rushing towards the people in the western underworld.

On the other side, the King's Soul is still struggling with Thor, Heimdall, and Tyr.

Although Thor was seriously injured and had not yet recovered, every time he swung the Thor's hammer in his hand, it still carried the violent power of thunder and lightning, trying to suppress the King's Soul with his strength; Heimdall's spear was like a dragon, and the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, cooperating with Thor to constantly search for the flaws of the King's Soul.

Tyr's swordsmanship was sharp and the sword wind was whistling. The three of them formed a triangle and trapped the king's soul inside.

Although Wang Hun was caught in a difficult situation, the Chaos God-Devouring Sword's brilliance remained undimmed. With his exquisite sword moves and tenacious fighting spirit, he was able to barely put up a fight.

Hades, the god of the underworld, was suspended in the sky, like a demon who ruled over life and death. He looked down at the Hades City below with a stern look. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing an arc full of contempt, and then he sneered, "Hmph, look at them, they are just like turtles, hiding in the city and not daring to come out to fight."

Aiacos heard it all by himself. His eyes rolled and a flattering smile spread across his face. He quickly agreed, "Lord Pluto is absolutely right. These guys are not worthy of your attention. They are just a bunch of rabble. You don't even care about them."

Hades, the god of the underworld, ignored Aiacos's flattery. He glanced around casually and suddenly fixed his eyes on the King's Soul. A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said softly, "But, look over there, that King's Soul is quite interesting. He can actually compete with Thor, Heimdall, and Tyr together. Although he is obviously at a disadvantage at the moment, he can still hold on. Such strength is indeed not to be underestimated."

Minos stood aside, his arms folded across his chest, a nonchalant look on his face. He shrugged his shoulders, played with his fingers nonchalantly, and said casually, "Lord Hades, in my opinion, you still overestimate this kid. Those three main gods are just teasing him. If they really get serious, it would be easy to deal with him."

Hades, the god of the underworld, nodded subconsciously after hearing what Minos said, as if he agreed with his point of view. But before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, as if he had noticed something. His eyes fixed and he blurted out, "Well, that's true. But it seems we have new troubles."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three giants of the underworld - Radamanthys, Aiacos, and Minos - turned their heads quickly and looked back as if they had telepathy.

The four people, Hanfenglinlin, Zonghengtianxia, ​​Death Eyes and Zhenchan Saint King, seemed to be wrapped in a tremendous force. All of them had a stern expression and a fierce momentum. They had already arrived in front of them like divine soldiers descended from the sky.

On the dim battlefield, dark clouds gathered and the wind howled, as if playing the prelude to this fateful showdown.

Radamanthys had a mocking smirk on his face, and the sharp laughter cut through the air: "Oh? Look who this is, isn't this my defeated opponent! How dare you take the initiative to come to my door today, you really overestimate your own abilities."

Zongheng Tianxia's eyes burned with the flames of revenge as he spoke word by word: "Radamanthys, don't be so arrogant. This time, if we fight again, I will make you cry for mercy!"

Aiacos stood aside with his arms folded, looking at everyone with contempt, sneering: "Humph, quite interesting, and he brought a bald man with him. What, did you know that you can't come back, so you found someone to collect the body in advance?"

Zongheng Tianxia laughed in anger, and his aura suddenly rose: "You should worry about yourself. No one will collect your body today! Break the limit, the mad soul of heaven and earth is burning hell!" In an instant, the battlefield seemed to open a door to purgatory. Countless screaming and shattering souls rushed towards Zongheng Tianxia like a surging tide, merging into his limbs and bones. His body trembled slightly, every inch of muscle was swelling, and his strength rose steadily, as if a demon had descended to the world. "Explosive Soul Fist!" With a roar, he carried endless power, and his casserole-sized fist rushed towards Radamanthys. The fist wind whistled, and it actually tore the air into black space cracks.

Seeing this, Radamanthys did not dare to be arrogant. He slightly spread his legs, stood firmly in a horse stance, clenched his fists, and the dark light gathered wildly in his palms. In the blink of an eye, his fists seemed to be stained with ink, and the rich dark power was entangled like a substance. "Shadow Strike!" He shouted, and rushed forward like a ghost. With the help of the power of his waist, he twisted his arms and swung a powerful blow at the incoming fist with the force of thunder. Before the fist arrived, the terrifying physical damage and the impact of dark energy had already plowed a deep gully in the ground, and huge rocks flew everywhere.

The two fists collided with a loud bang, and the exploding soul and dark energy collided with each other like water and fire. For a moment, the light was dazzling and the air waves were rolling, but there was no one to determine the winner and the stalemate continued.

This fierce confrontation was like a fuse, instantly igniting the fighting spirit of both sides. Death's eyes were cold and radiated a chill, and he also shouted: "Break the extreme, fierce whip, strangle!"

In an instant, the soul power in his body was like a flood that burst through a dam, pouring madly into his hands and the strange whip. The whip seemed to have life, crackling, and every inch of the whip was flashing with a faint light. Every whip he swung at this time had the power to split mountains and rocks. Wherever the whip tip passed, the space shook. Then, his figure flashed, splitting into countless clones, sweeping towards Aiacos, saying: "Fierce whip, ghost dance."

On the battlefield, the situation was tense. The fierce Whip Ghost Dance clones with death eyes were overwhelming, like a dark cloud of death, covering the sky with endless murderous intent.

Upon seeing this, the dark aura emanating from Aiacos' body spread out in all directions like a substance, making the surrounding air seem to freeze into ice, chilling the bones.

Suddenly, he pushed the ground with both feet, and with the burst of force, the ground collapsed, and cracks spread in all directions like a spider web.

Then, his body began to spin at high speed. In a flash, the speed soared and the whole person turned into a black whirlwind. Wherever he passed, sand and rocks flew everywhere. The huge rocks were caught in it and turned into powder in an instant.

As the rotation intensified, an extremely powerful dark whirlwind suddenly formed around him. The whistling sound was deafening, like the roar of evil spirits from the Nine Nether Hell, which made people terrified.

The faint blue light flickered in the whirlwind, like flickering ghost fire. Each ray of light was a terrifying force that devoured the soul. They leaped and shuttled, as if happily announcing the approach of death.