Slay the Gods: The spokesperson for Zhulong, starts with the God-killing Gun

Zhang Yun in red stood at the other end of the passage, his figure particularly eye-catching in the dimness of the underworld.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he slowly scanned the surrounding environment.

This is a desolate and dark place, filled with grayish-white fog, like the breath of death, shrouding the land in gloom.

The mist flowed slowly in the air, as if countless pairs of invisible eyes were peering in the darkness.

The ground was a patch of dark mud, dotted with some withered plant debris, making it look particularly desolate.

The leaves of these plants have long since turned yellow, leaving only dry branches swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if telling the desolation and despair of this land.

In the distance, a huge black palace stood in the fog, as if it was the ruler of this dark land.

The outline of the palace is looming in the mist, appearing mysterious and majestic, as if hiding endless secrets.

The next moment, a low roar came from the depths of the palace, as if it was a roar coming from the depths of hell.

Zhang Yun in red narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a huge portal slowly opened from the black palace, making a creaking sound, as if it was an ancient gate that had not been opened for countless years.

The portal was large enough for several people to walk side by side. There were hideous ghosts and mysterious runes carved on the door, as if telling of the horror of this land.

As the portal opened, one seemed to be able to hear wailing, crying, despair, and endless screams of evil spirits from inside.

These sounds intertwined to form a creepy symphony, like painful groans coming from the depths of hell.

The inside of the portal was pitch black, so deep that it seemed to swallow up all light, making people think of an endless abyss.

There is a plaque on the palace: Eighteen levels of hell!

The plaque was written in large golden characters, and each word exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

The plaque is engraved with complex patterns, which seem to be the symbol of hell and make people dare not look directly at it.

The next moment, a figure slowly stepped out of hell.

He was tall and majestic, dressed in a black robe embroidered with golden runes, looking particularly mysterious.

His face was stern, and his eyes gleamed with an undeniable majesty. He was Han Shaoyun, the Lord of Hell.

Han Shaoyun stepped out of hell, his steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to carry an invisible sense of oppression.

Behind him, countless ghost soldiers and generals knelt on the ground, their figures looming in the mist, as if they were ghosts crawling out of hell.

There was awe and loyalty in their eyes as they bowed to Zhang Yun in red.

"Greetings to the Red Lord!" The voices of the ghost soldiers and generals were low and uniform, as if they were echoes coming from the depths of hell.

There was an unquestionable loyalty in their voices.

Zhang Yun in red smiled faintly, his smile carrying a hint of calmness and confidence.

His voice was deep and powerful: "Old Han, you, the Lord of Hell, are truly impressive! You have a strong army and powerful horses!"

Han Shaoyun smiled slightly, his smile was gentle and humble: "Hongzun, you are joking, but it is all the Lord's gift, otherwise I would have disappeared long ago!"

Zhang Yun in red nodded, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes: "I won't waste any more time talking to you. It takes a thousand days to raise an army, but only a moment to deploy it. Now you have selected a strong army, and I will be of use to you!"

Han Shaoyun bowed slightly, his movements graceful and calm:

"Your command!" There was an unquestionable determination in his voice, as if he was already prepared.

Following Han Shaoyun's order, the ghost soldiers and generals quickly took action.

They swarmed out of hell, moving quickly and orderly, as if they had undergone rigorous training.

Their figures were looming in the mist, like ghosts crawling out of hell.

They held various weapons in their hands, some wielded swords, some shot arrows, and some used mysterious powers.

There was a look of determination and loyalty on their faces, and their eyes flashed with a desire to fight.

Zhang Yun in red smiled slightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint arc.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. His gaze was deep and calm, as if he could see through all illusions, yet concealed endless profound meanings.

During the year that Zhang Yun was asleep, the netherworld he controlled was not silent. Instead, it was like a volcano with undercurrents, full of vitality and danger.

Zhang Yun's will is like an invisible thread, running through the boundary between the underworld and reality.

The tentacles of the underworld continue to spread, constantly dispatching forces to shuttle between the two worlds, capturing and hunting all kinds of demons and monsters, and maintaining the balance of the world.

Every journey is a life-and-death struggle.

The demons and monsters in the underworld have various shapes, some are like twisted ghosts, and some are huge demons.

They lurk in the darkness, waiting for their prey to appear.

But under the power of the Netherworld soldiers, they were all transformed into supplies for the Netherworld, strengthening the resources of the Netherworld.

In addition to hunting down demons and monsters, he also selects suitable souls in the underworld and continuously expands the power of the underworld.

These souls are purified and shaped in the underworld, and eventually become part of the underworld.

Their existence injected new vitality into the Netherworld and made Zhang Yun's power more stable.

Originally, Zhang Yun only opened the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

But as time went on, under the overall control of Han Shaoyun, the Lord of Hell, all eighteen levels of hell were opened and formed.

Han Shaoyun's figure appeared particularly majestic in the underworld, and his eyes flashed with an unquestionable authority.

His voice was deep and powerful, and every command he gave was like a bolt of thunder, shaking the entire underworld.

Although the eighteen levels of hell are only in their nascent state now, with a small area and weak power, the power nurtured by all eighteen levels as a whole is not weak.

Each layer of hell has its own unique rules and powers, which are intertwined to form a powerful whole.

Although this power is still in its infancy, it has already demonstrated amazing potential.

Han Shaoyun holds the power of the Lord of Hell in the underworld. With the blessing of power, his strength is extremely powerful.

If he is in the underworld, he can be called a true god. His will is like the center of a storm, and no one can shake it.

His power was as unfathomable as the depths of the ocean. His eyes shone with an unquestionable majesty, as if the entire underworld was under his control.

Even if he had not been in the Netherworld and stepped into the real world, without the blessing of the Netherworld's power, Han Shaoyun had reached the true peak of Klein just by his own authority, and even stronger!

He can be called a demigod on earth!

His existence is like an insurmountable mountain, which makes people feel daunted.

Two people take one step.

Come to the real world,

Hidden quietly.

In the real world, Han Shaoyun's figure appears exceptionally tall.

His movements were graceful and calm, each one carrying an unquestionable majesty.

He held a black long sword in his hand, and the sword emitted a cold light, as if it could devour everything.

His strength is so incredible that his existence seems to have surpassed the comprehension of ordinary people.

His power is like a volcano that may erupt at any time.

His voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry an invisible sense of oppression:

"Summon a group of underworld scouts, have them transform into spirit form, and investigate the situation of the Savage Snake Tribe."

As his words fell, a low humming sound was heard.

Immediately afterwards, a group of underworld soldiers slowly emerged from the darkness. Their figures were as erratic as ghosts, and there was a cold light flashing in their eyes.

These underworld soldiers are clad in black armor engraved with mysterious runes, as if they are the guardians of the underworld.

Their movements were in perfect unison, as if they had undergone rigorous training.

Han Shaoyun raised his hand slightly, and a netherworld force surged out from his palm, instantly enveloping the netherworld soldiers.

This power surged into their bodies like a tide, causing their figures to gradually become transparent and eventually transform into spiritual forms.

Their bodies are no longer bound by the laws of physics and seem to be able to penetrate all obstacles.

There was a cold light in their eyes, as if they were ready to investigate.

"Go." Han Shaoyun's voice was low and powerful, as if he was seeing off the underworld soldiers.

The underworld soldiers bowed their heads slightly as a sign of respect, then transformed into rays of dark light, disappeared into the darkness, and flew towards the direction of the Barbarian Snake Tribe.

At the same time, Han Shaoyun turned around and looked at Zhang Yun in red with sharp eyes.

"Let's go, let's prepare to be the oriole." Zhang Yun's voice was low and calm, as if he was telling a simple plan.

His gaze turned to the distant fog, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He knew that the real chance of this battle lay in the retreating fog of the Night Demon.

Han Shaoyun nodded slightly, a hint of recognition flashing in his eyes.

His figure moved slightly, like a ray of dark light, and quickly caught up with Zhang Yun's pace.

They quietly came to a fog outside the Barbarian Snake Tribe.

The fog here is thick and strange, as if it is a cursed land.

The fog flowed slowly in the air like white ribbons, shrouding the entire area in haze.

In the distance, the Spirit Snake Legion of the Barbarian Snake Tribe was celebrating their victory. Their cheers and flames were particularly dazzling in the fog.

It turned out that the Spirit Snake Legion of the Barbarian Snake Tribe, led by the Legion Commander, successfully defeated the attack of the Dark Demons led by the Dark Demon King.

However, the Dark Demon King of the Night saw that things were not going well and quickly retreated with his tribe.

His figure was looming in the fog, like a dark ghost.

There was a flicker of resentment and anger in his eyes, as if he was full of resentment for the failure.

His claws were as sharp as knives, and every swing carried a deadly threat.

However, faced with the powerful strength of the Spirit Snake Legion, he finally chose to retreat.

In the terrifying foggy and dark night, the Spirit Snake Legion did not dare to pursue.

Their legion commander stood in the firelight, his figure tall and majestic, his eyes flashing with an unquestionable majesty.

His voice was deep and powerful:

"Don't chase them, let them go." His voice echoed in the Spirit Snake Legion like an irresistible order.

The soldiers nodded slightly, with a hint of regret on their faces, but more of awe for the legion commander.

So, they could only watch the dark demon of night retreat.

There was a flicker of resentment and anger in their eyes, as if they were filled with regret for this unfinished battle.

However, they also knew that the Legion Commander's decision was correct.

In this foggy and dark night, any rash action could bring disaster.

Zhang Yun in red discovered this scene, so he brought Han Shaoyun with him to take advantage of the situation.