Can't Stand This Lousy Jie Sect Anymore
Chapter 632 - 484: Netherworld Blood River Formation
In the dark and sunless Eighteen Layers of Netherworld, the dim blood-red covered the entire sky, and the surging waves fiercely beat against the mountains and rocks, emitting terrifying booms.
At this moment, the Netherworld Blood Sea had descended upon the Netherworld, filling even the air with an aura of deadliness.
The boundless and endless Blood Sea before one's eyes seemed to encompass the entire world; it churned with surging waves, accompanied by huge sounds, continuously assaulting the shore.
The pungent smell of blood pervaded the air, sending a chill down one's spine.
Above the Blood Sea, forty-eight million Blood Gods circled and danced; their bodies emitted a blood-red radiance, like countless devils flickering with ferocious light.
They circled around Yu Yuan, their throats emitting terrifying howls, as if calling upon a mysterious Strength.
Amidst the tumultuous blood-red waves, a terrifying illusion emerged.
Those were the countless ghosts wandering in the Blood Sea, now also spreading with the dense blood-red amidst the waves, instilling fear in anyone who perceived it.
This world had neither the splendid sunlight nor the pristine waves, only Blood Seas filled with blood and Evil Qi.
People could not fathom the extent of mysterious Strength that this sea area could contain.
Every drop of blood in the Netherworld Blood Sea could threaten the existence of Profound Immortals, where ordinary Immortal Gods simply dared not approach.
This Blood Sea was not some beautiful sight; it was more like a terrifying legend, forever regarded as a taboo and horrifying existence by countless Immortal Gods.
Above the Netherworld Blood Sea, forty-eight million Blood Gods gathered and ferociously attacked Yu Yuan.
Suddenly, a dazzling light tore through the sky as Yu Yuan descended upon the battlefield, wielding the Tianyuan Hammer.
His eyes sparkled with a sharp light as he held the Tianyuan Hammer, pointing it at the Minghe Ancestor within the group of Blood Gods.
Swinging the hammer like a storm, he easily crushed the incoming Blood Gods into pieces, while those further away were directly blasted away.
His attacks were fierce and imposing, each strike seemingly capable of tearing Heaven and Earth apart.
Yet those Blood Gods were fearless in their approach to death, or rather, they had no concept of it, after all, they were just projections of the Minghe Ancestor.
These Blood God avatars, battle machines in flight, wielded demon blades incessantly chopping down, their nimble figures and brutal attacks, each strike showcasing divine might, could not help but astonish onlookers.
However, such an attack was evidently insignificant before Yu Yuan.
With a swing of the hammer, Blood Gods shattered under his blows.
He was like a Primordial Divine, a casual swing of his hammer made the entire dark Blood Sea tremble.
His Strength was enough to shake Heaven and Earth, enough to shatter the void.
Under his attack, the entire dark Blood Sea quieted down, with only a few Blood Gods stubbornly resisting in the distance.
Yu Yuan waved his hand, and those Blood Gods instantly turned into blood mist.
His gaze was cold as he looked around, then with a satisfied expression, he turned to look at the Minghe Ancestor, to see what tricks this God born from the Netherworld Blood Sea still had up his sleeve.
"Do you really think it's over just like that?"
Minghe Ancestor coldly chuckled, his voice echoing far and wide.
"As long as the Blood Sea does not dry, I, of the Ming River, will not rest nor perish! As long as I live, these forty-eight million Blood Gods will also never die!"
With his words, the blood-red tumultuous sea within the Netherworld Blood Sea was filled with the aura of death, destruction, and solemnity.
Countless Blood Gods rose from the sea bottom, shooting into the sky; they were skilled in using various bloody weapons like hooks, hammers, and axes; their eyes brimmed with madness and a longing for battle. This content belongs to novel⁂fire.net
Chill winds howled past, sandstorms arose, and the earth trembled under their assault.
The huge rocks by the Blood Sea were covered with cracks; in the dark endlessness, sometimes they flashed with blood-sucking red light.
One after another, blood waves rolled up.
On top of the waves, countless bloodied hands could be seen; this was a gathering place for evil forces, filled with somberness, its aura resulting in tumbling and fissures on the sea surface.
Death and destruction were synonymous with this Blood Sea, numerous beings sinking here after losing their lives.
Seeing the forty-eight million Blood Gods coming at him again, Yu Yuan's expression turned grave as he suddenly let out a roar, his whole body emitting a dazzling light.
Instantly, the Tianyuan Hammer in his hand expanded countless times in size, with Heaven and Earth as the furnace, and the Divine Soul as the mold, Yu Yuan held the Tianyuan Hammer, shouting loudly: "Kill!"
At this moment, booming echoed through the sky, enormous Divine Power surged from within his body, converging at the Tianyuan Hammer, forming a massive golden flame.
Yu Yuan, holding the Tianyuan Hammer, violently smashed toward the forty-eight million Blood Demons.
Above the hammer shone the flowing golden light and radiance, as well as numerous mysterious runes spinning, enveloping the Blood Gods.
Forty-eight million Blood Gods, with fierce attacks, surged towards Yu Yuan, their amazing energy bursting forth, leaving Yu Yuan with no way to retreat.
However, beside Yu Yuan, various Dao Laws emerged, releasing Divine Skills capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.
The wondrous Daoist Skill birthed fascination, the Five Elements created and restrained each other, turning into violent thunder, tempests, and scorching flames, striking the Blood Gods, leaving them no chance to dodge.
In such an intense battle, earth, water, fire, wind revolved around Yu Yuan, his Tianyuan Hammer continuously emitting intense light.
He had precisely identified the Blood Gods' weaknesses, a single swing of his hammer enough to reduce them to a pool of blood.