The power of thunder swirled back and forth above the Dragonbone Evil Moon, crackling and reverberating throughout the Nether God Hall, its momentum astonishing.
The Underworld Goddess's long skirt at her waist was torn, but the wounds on her body quickly healed, and her clothes even regrew on their own, almost instantly restored.
However, the Nether God's face was filled with utter shock: "You actually managed to bring the power of otherworldly thunder here with your primordial spirit?" The
Nether God's eyes were filled with disbelief. After all, this was the Underworld, the place governing the cycle of life and death. Long Chen being able to bring in external things moved her, but she wasn't particularly shocked.
Because countless beings from all realms come and go in the underworld, some have powerful primordial spirits. When divine weapons and primordial spirits fuse, the two cannot be separated. So when a being breaks through to the realm, they bring along with the weapon fused with the primordial spirit.
However, this phenomenon is extremely rare, but during the time the Underworld God ruled the Underworld, it did occur several times.
But a person can bring elements from the outside world into the underworld. Even the gods of the underworld would be shocked. Long Chen's actions broke not only the rules of the underworld, but also a higher level of shackles.
After a brief moment of shock, the Nether God looked at Long Chen and shook his head, saying,
"You are truly astonishing. You actually brought the most violent power in your world here. Even though I have controlled the Underworld for a hundred thousand years, this is the first time I've encountered such a thing."
Alright, I admit your thunderous power really surprised me. However, even with this little thunder power, even if you catch me off guard, you can only inflict heavy losses on me. Trying to kill a god of a realm is simply impossible.
Long Chen, you missed the one and only slim chance. I feel sorry for you, and you will regret your foolishness. Long
Chen suddenly laughed loudly toward the sky, his voice echoing through the temple: "I, Long Chen, have never done anything I regret in my life."
A true man knows his grudges and gratitude; this is my principle. Even if I die by your hand, I would never frown. If
the Nether God were just the Nether God, with Long Chen's decisiveness and ruthlessness, he would never miss a single opportunity. Once he made a move, he would have gone all out.
But the person he faces is exactly like Leng Yueyan, and what conflicts him most is that this person once had physical intimacy with him.
Although it wasn't the kind of lingering and sorrowful scene, he could never forget everything that happened that day.
It wasn't until he later mistakenly recognized someone else that Long Chen, though he kept comforting himself, still carried a sense of guilt.
Now, facing the Nether God, he knew full well that she wanted him dead, that he had no chance of winning, yet he still gave up the only chance to seriously injure or even kill her.
Giving up this opportunity was equivalent to giving up his chance to survive, but he didn't regret it. After doing so, he actually felt more at ease.
At least now, he could have a clear conscience, fight with all his might, and no longer had any reservations. His fear of the Nether God gradually faded, confidence slowly returned, and his fighting spirit rose.
"Fine, since you're so honest, I won't let you fall into the cycle of purgatory reincarnation. I'll give you a quick ending."
The Underworld God looked at Long Chen, nodded slightly, and slowly raised her jade hand. A terrifying divine might surged forth, and her black long dress fluttered like smoke rising.
"Ssss sizzle... Black
monstrous snakes shot out like sharp swords, roaring forward with endless deadly force.
"Roar!"
The void behind Long Chen surged as the Thunder Dragon roared, then his entire body erupted with power, transforming into thunder runes that surged into the wings behind Long Chen.
"Thunder Splits the Heavens!"
Long Chen shouted sharply, and the wings behind him slashed down like a thunderous blade.
"Boom!"
The black monstrous snakes shattered one after another. Long Chen no longer held back, allowing the Thunder Dragon to unleash all his strength.
At this moment, Lei Long was almost sacrificing his life force, merging with Long Chen in another form.
If Long Chen dies, it will also vanish into thin air. This is an absolute trust, a way to entrust one's life to the other.
In the Underworld, Long Chen cannot activate the power of treasure arts or summon the power of the Thunder Domain. The only power he can use is the power of the Thunder Dragon. If the Thunder Dragon's power is exhausted, the Thunder Dragon will disappear forever. The power Long Chen is currently using is the life force of the Thunder Dragon.
Thunder Feather soared through the air, the sword of light surging. Even the Nether God was shocked. The thunder power Long Chen controlled was far stronger than she had imagined.
What shocked her most was that, as the ruler of the Underworld, no fluctuation could escape her here. Yet Long Chen possessed such terrifying power, and she hadn't sensed any of it beforehand.
At the same time, she finally admitted to Long Chen's words. If Long Chen had unleashed his full thunder power from the start, he truly had the power to kill her.
Thinking of this, a flicker finally flickered in her cold eyes. But there was no time to think further, because Long Chen's Dragonbone Evil Moon was already accompanied by wild thunder, roaring toward him.
"Divine Power, Nether Slash."
The Nether God snorted coldly, opened her palm, and a black symbol appeared in her palm. As soon as the symbol appeared, the grand hall roared and exploded, as if the entire power of the underworld was concentrated on her palm.
"Boom!"
Long Chen slashed down with his blade, and lightning burst forth. The thunderous power on Long Chen's long blade was shattered by the Nether God's palm.
Long Chen felt an unstoppable force surging through him. He shot backward, and to his shock, the Nether God's strike had actually consumed half of the Thunder Dragon's life source.
If it happened again, the Thunder Dragon would be completely destroyed. The power of the gods was terrifying, beyond what he could resist.
"Buzz!"
Long Chen was sent flying backward, raising a large hand high. A massive lotus flower appeared in his palm, and at the same time, the chanting of scriptures echoed through the grand hall.
As soon as the chanting sounded, the entire hall trembled wildly, as if an endless force was pouring into the hall from outside. The scene made the Underworld God's expression change.
Long Chen summoned the World-Destroying Fire Lotus, the fire dragon's own primordial power. He almost habitually used the Great Brahma Heaven Scripture to bless it.
As he recited the Great Brahma Heaven Sutra, he realized this was the Underworld and had no effect at all.
But before he could put away the Great Brahma Heaven Sutra, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared. He chanted inside the hall, and outside it seemed to be echoing an even louder voice. Long Chen could clearly feel the endless power of this world surging madly toward them.
However, because of the Nether God Hall's block, those forces were kept outside. But as Long Chen chanted the scriptures, the external forces surged in, wildly assaulting the hall.
"Rumble rumble... The
grand hall roared and exploded, shaking continuously. The outside roared like a violent mountain flood, crashing back and forth into the hall.
At this moment, even Long Chen was shocked. He didn't know what had happened, his handThe lotus inside remained the same size as before, not absorbing any external power.
"Boom!"
Another explosion sounded, and the entire hall trembled violently, as if something outside had shattered. Endless flames poured in through the window.
Outside the window, divine light rippled. Long Chen saw that outside was already a sea of fire. The flames were red, but not ordinary red—they were as vivid as blood, and even their shape resembled blood.
When Long Chen saw the flames, his scalp tingled. He didn't know what kind of flame it was, but as a fire-enthusiast, he knew that even a tiny bit of such flame would instantly burn them to ashes.
Not only was Long Chen shocked, but even the Nether God's face was filled with shock. She didn't have time to kill Long Chen, her figure flickered, and she headed straight for the throne.
"Whew."
But just as she approached the throne, a figure identical to her appeared—a bone sword as white as jade, pointed at the Nether God. Her beautiful face wore a bewildering smile:
"Did you miscalculate?"
"Leng Yueyan!"
Long Chen was overjoyed upon seeing the man and shouted loudly.
Leng Yueyan pointed her long sword at the Underworld God, her beautiful eyes winking at Long Chen, her pretty face full of admiration:
"You really are my man, Leng Yueyan. You're so capable. I'll reward you well later."
At this moment, the Nether God's expression darkened somewhat as he looked coldly at Leng Yueyan, murderous intent surging in his eyes.
"You're angry, hehe. Since last time you were ruined by my man, it seems like this is the first time I've seen you this angry.
Why are you angry at yourself? Miscalculated? He threatened me with my man's death and forced me to show myself.
Now that I'm here, why does it feel a bit inopportune? He hadn't expected Long Chen to have drawn the Netherworld Karmic Fire from the Underworld.
Moreover, judging by the trends outside, more and more Nether Karma Fires will be coming. When all the karmic fires of the Underworld converge here, the Nether God Hall will be burned down. Once your throne is destroyed, your Nether God's divine essence will lose its divinity, and eventually, you will fall as well. Leng Yueyan looked at the Underworld God and said with a mischievous smile.
"Activate the throne quickly, or if I die, you'll die too." The Underworld God said with a dark expression.
"So be it, so be it? Since returning from the Tianwu Continent, I've been fighting for the initiative, but unfortunately, I am still your avatar. No matter how many clones you fuse, you are still the true one.
No matter how strong I am, you'll still suppress me. Honestly, I'm a bit tired and don't want to fight anymore. Everyone dies, it's all over, isn't it? "Leng Yueyan said indifferently.
"Whoosh!"
The Nether God was furious, and a bone sword also appeared in his hand, slashing down at Leng Yueyan.
"Boom!"
The two bone swords collided, the space shattered, and Long Chen felt a terrifying force surge, bursting through the space.
Long Chen spat out a mouthful of blood. The World-Destroying Fire Lotus in his hand didn't even have a chance to be activated before it collapsed on its own, crashing hard into the Gate of Evil Trap in the grand hall.
Long Chen felt as if he had been crushed, pinned against the door, unable to slide down.
Leng Yueyan wielded the Nether God's bone sword with her long sword and smiled, "Although I may not be your match, I can still delay for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. And after that time, the Nether God will fall!" "
Long Chen, go put out the fire quickly."
The Underworld God's expression grew somewhat anxious as he shouted loudly at Long Chen.