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

On this treacherous and dangerous battlefield, the howling wind swept through, carrying with it the pungent smell of gunpowder, as if telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this battle.

The King's Soul stood tall as a pine tree, his feet firmly on the scarred land. His eyes were like deep cold pools, tightly locking onto Thor and Heimdall's every move. His eyes flashed with determination and resoluteness, and that light was like a flame leaping in the darkness, illuminating his way forward and igniting the desire for victory in his heart.

He knew very well that the current situation was extremely precarious. Facing these two extremely powerful opponents, if he wanted to turn the tide in this desperate situation, he had to take bold and wise actions.

Although Thor was seriously injured, the power of the god of thunder emanating from his body was still like a turbulent undercurrent, always ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy and should not be taken lightly; and Heimdall's rock-solid defense ability was like an insurmountable chasm, becoming a thorny problem in the King's Soul's way forward.

So, Wang Hun gritted his teeth, made a prompt decision, and secretly planned in his mind to restrict Heimdall's actions first, and then concentrate all his efforts on solving Thor, who was a big threat to him.

In an instant, Wang Hun's figure flashed like a ghost, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. His hands danced like a nimble dragon, leaving a trail of afterimages. In the palm of his left hand, the power of chaos surged wildly like an ancient beast awakened, and the surging power gradually condensed into a chaotic and ethereal sword that exuded a mysterious aura.

The space around the sword seemed to be twisted and deformed by an invisible force, like a calm lake into which a huge rock was thrown, causing ripples and a faint aura of horror that swallowed everything; the right hand was like a pair of pliers, tightly gripping the Chaos God-Devouring Sword. The runes on the sword were like ancient stars, flashing a mysterious and deep light, and each rune seemed to be telling the mysteries of the beginning of the universe, witnessing the vicissitudes of time and endless power.

Wang Hun's eyes were stern, and he attacked without hesitation, like a cheetah locking onto its prey. The Chaos Void Sword in his left hand carried an ethereal aura that contained endless destructive power, and he slashed out with the Void Devouring God Slash.

This sword seemed like a stroke of genius that created the world. In an instant, the entire space seemed to be torn into a shocking black gap by an invisible giant hand. The chaotic power on the sword was like a pack of hungry wolves, rushing towards Thor with fangs and claws. Wherever it passed, the air was stirred into chaos by this power, making a "sizzling" sound.

At the same time, the Chaos Devouring God Sword in his right hand was not to be outdone, and the Chaos Nine Slashes followed closely behind. Each sword energy was like a roaring dragon awakened from the abyss of chaos, carrying the majestic power of the creation of the world, sweeping towards Thor with its fangs and claws. Wherever the sword energy passed, deep gullies were plowed out on the ground, and soil and rocks flew everywhere, as if the earth was struggling painfully under this powerful force.

Thor realized that this fatal threat was following him like a shadow. He endured the burning pain on his body and roared to the sky: "Strike hard with Thor's hammer!" His hands were like red-hot iron pliers, tightly grasping Thor's hammer. He jumped high, his posture was agile and heroic, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring, drawing a sharp arc in the sky.

Then, he used all his strength, as if all his anger and unwillingness were poured into this hammer, and smashed Thor's hammer hard into the ground. In an instant, an angry roar seemed to sound between heaven and earth, and a strong vibration spread from Thor's feet to the surroundings like a surging tide, and the ground was cracked and shattered. The cracks were like hideous scars, spreading quickly to the distance like a spider web.

At the same time, powerful lightning burst out from the hammer, forming a violent explosion that destroyed the world. The lightning was like a nimble silver snake, dancing wantonly. Wherever it went, the air was ionized, emitting a pungent smell, as if the breath of death was permeating.

This attack not only caused heavy damage to the surrounding enemies, but the powerful impact force it generated was like an invisible wall, slightly blocking Wang Hun's attack.

The Void Devouring God Sword collided with this move, like two meteors colliding in the night sky, emitting a dazzling and dangerous light, and finally canceling each other out. The first few slashes of the Chaos Nine Slashes were also hindered by this powerful force. Sparks flew where the swords collided, and the light was dazzling, illuminating the dim battlefield.

Heimdall saw the King Soul's attack was so fierce, like a violent storm rushing at him, and he secretly thought that it was not good. However, due to his slow attack speed, it was too late to launch an attack, so he could only take defensive measures quickly.

He shouted loudly: "Block with the giant sword!" The sound resounded through the battlefield like a huge bell. Then, he held the giant sword tightly with both hands, and the muscles in his arms were tense, as hard as steel. He raised the giant sword high, and in an instant, a dazzling light like the sun burst out from the sword, forming an extremely solid defensive barrier.

This barrier seems to be made of the hardest metal in the world, forged by mysterious craftsmen through repeated hammering. It exudes a cold and majestic aura, can withstand the enemy's powerful attacks, and can also rebound part of the attack force. It is like an indestructible fortress, guarding Heimdall.

The first few slashes of the Nine Slashes of Chaos hit the barrier hard, making a deafening sound of metal clashing, which seemed to burst a person's eardrums. The powerful recoil force spread along Wang Hun's arm to his whole body, making his arm slightly numb, but the determination in his eyes did not diminish at all, like the stars in the cold night, shining with unyielding light.

King Soul sneered in his heart, what he wanted was Heimdall to defend. At this moment, Thor was too seriously injured and his movements were not as agile as before. He was like a wounded beast, his movements became slow and difficult, and he could not act quickly.

The King Soul understood that as long as he could restrain Heimdall, he would be able to create a great opportunity to defeat Thor, as if he saw a glimmer of victory in the darkness.

Therefore, Wang Hun displayed his unique skills without hesitation: "Colorless divine power, divine skills, cover the cage wall!" The colorless divine power in his body surged like a surging river, quickly gathered together, and then like a rushing torrent, sprayed towards Heimdall.

In the blink of an eye, a transparent wall formed by the ultimate condensation of the power of the colorless world instantly enveloped Heimdall. The wall seemed transparent, as if it did not exist, but it exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, as if it was an indestructible cage forged by the will of God, trapping Heimdall in it and making it impossible for him to escape.

Heimdall was shocked when he saw this, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He knew very well that if he did not break the cage as soon as possible, he would be in a desperate situation, as if he was trapped in an endless swamp, the more he struggled, the deeper he would sink.

So, he made a prompt decision, immediately removed his defense, and shouted, "Sword Shadow Piercing!" There was a hint of determination and anxiety in his voice. He held the giant sword with both hands, poured all his strength into it like pulling silk from a cocoon, and then stabbed forward with force.