They feel their bodies become weak, as if a huge force is being withdrawn from their bodies. Their faces grew paler and their eyes grew hollow. They were unable to resist, unable to escape, and could only wait in this terrifying formation for their anger to be completely absorbed.
Their hearts were filled with regret and pain, and they knew that they had been deceived by the ancient tribe of the underworld. However, it is a little late now, they are already trapped in it and cannot extricate themselves. They can only watch helplessly as their vitality gradually disappears, unable to do anything.
In this suffocating formation, their vitality is being sucked away, and their lives are gradually disappearing. They closed their eyes in despair, waiting for their fate to be decided.
Mu Yu had already sensed something was wrong with the ancient tribe of the underworld. When he was in it, he seemed to be in a huge mystery. In addition to being weird, he felt also deeply dangerous. At this moment, in front of an inexplicable force, the people around them were like puppets being pulled by strings. Each one was sucked out of life and became like a walking zombie. However, like Ren Hua and Yang Xian, he seemed to be excluded from this power and was not affected at all.
Suddenly, an old man walked out of the ancient tribe of the underworld. His face was as deep as thousand-year-old ice, which was intimidating. Although his stature is stooped, every movement carries a fierce momentum, and he obviously possesses unique skills. He slowly raised his hand, and an ancient and powerful power surged out of his body and attacked Mu Yu and the three of them.
It was a force that was both thick and corrosive, like a whirlpool in the dark night, constantly devouring everything around it. Mu Yu and the others reacted immediately, dodged, and prepared to deal with the old man's next attack.
This struggle instantly triggered chaos among the ancient tribes of the underworld. Screams, screams, and roars pulled by ancient power instantly filled the entire space. However, in this chaos, Mu Yu and the others were surprisingly calm. What they faced was not only the mystery of the ancient tribe of the underworld, but also the unknown danger brought by the old man.
In the fierce battle, Mu Yu's body was strong and strong, like a cheetah, quickly shuttled among the ancient tribes of the underworld. His eyes were firm, and the sword in his hand shone with a cold light. He was fighting fiercely with a ghost at the peak of his life who had escaped from the underworld.
The ghost tribe's whole body was shrouded in darkness, and its figure was erratic, but every attack carried cold and cruel killing intent. Mu Yu responded with concentration, his sword skills were like the wind, and his sword power was like a mountain, dissolving every blow invisible. He approached with thunderous force, split the dark barrier with one sword, and slashed at the ghost clan.
The ghost tribe showed a look of horror under the sword light. With his strength at the peak of his life, he was unable to withstand Mu Yu's sword. At this moment, a stronger tremor suddenly came from the depths of the underworld. A cold voice echoed in the air: "Mu Yu, do you think you can defeat us?"
Mu Yu's eyes flashed, and he knew that real ghosts had been born, and their strength even surpassed the peak of the living realm. He was fearless and swung his sword forward, but his heartbeat was unusually calm. He knows that this is his responsibility to protect his home and his loved ones.
The battle became more intense. Mu Yu and the ghost clan were equally powerful, but he always had the upper hand. His swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and every attack carried endless power. In the end, he used all his strength to slash at the ghost clan with one sword, completely wiping it out.
In the dark underworld, Ren Hua held a flaming gun and looked majestic. His body was like a dragon, moving nimbly among the ghosts, and the spear in his hand was like a burning flame, illuminating the surrounding darkness. His eyes were firm and his expression was decisive. He was facing a cold and vicious ghost from the underworld.
The ghost from the underworld was tall and ferocious in appearance. Its skin was like cold bronze, dull and hard. Its eyes emit green light, as if it wants to devour the human soul. It held a huge ghost ax in its hand, exuding the aura of death.
The duel between the two instantly triggered a violent collision of energy. Ren Hua swung the fire gun, and every time he waved it, he brought up a wind of fire. The hot air made all the ghosts around him retreat. The ghost of the underworld was waving the ghost axe, and every swing triggered a cold wind, and the icy cold air froze everything around him.
Ren Hua flashed to avoid the attack of the ghost axe, and at the same time stabbed the ghost of the underworld with the fire spear. Streams of blazing flames flew out from the tip of the spear and pounced on the ghost of the underworld like a fire snake. The ghost of the underworld sneered and swung the ghost ax in front of him, instantly forming a dark green energy shield that blocked Ren Hua's attack.
The battle between the two intensified. Ren Hua relied on the fiery power of the fire gun to continuously fight back against the attacks of the ghosts of the underworld. The ghost of the underworld used the death aura of the ghost ax to try to suppress Ren Hua's flame power. This duel is like the fusion of two forces, both fierce and cruel.
His eyes were as hot as fire, as if he had forgotten the pain on his body. His heart was filled with a love and enthusiasm for battle, like an uncontrollable passion.
His body became extremely tough, like an ancient tree that had experienced wind and rain and still stood upright. His skin became as hard as steel and glowed with a metallic sheen. There seemed to be infinite power surging in his body, which was his persistence and love for fighting.
He opened his hands and instantly transformed into three heads and six arms. Each arm is like a dragon's claw, with muscles bulging and blood vessels clearly visible. His body moves quickly on the battlefield, like a ghost, making it unpredictable.
A black flame spurted out from his body. It was a flame from hell, hot and fierce. The black flames illuminated the entire battlefield, intertwined with the cyan will-o'-the-wisps of the underworld ghosts, forming a strange light.
Ren Hua fights with the ghosts of the underworld. Their forces collided with each other, making a deafening sound. There was no fear or flinching on Ren Hua's face, only his love for fighting and his desire for victory.
His three heads and six arms were waving on the battlefield, and each wave brought up a black flame. His body shuttled across the battlefield, and every movement was as fast as a cheetah's.
Ren Hua's power became stronger and stronger, and his three heads and six arms seemed to be alive, automatically protecting his master. Every attack accurately hit the vital part of the ghost in the underworld, causing the ghost to suffer terribly.
The battle is getting more and more intense, and the fight between Ren Hua and the ghosts of the underworld has reached a fever pitch. Their forces collided in the air, forming strong shock waves. The surrounding buildings were destroyed during their battle, and the entire battlefield was reduced to rubble.
But Ren Hua didn't flinch at all. He was like a ferocious beast, completely immersed in the fever of fighting. His three heads and six arms seemed to have souls, automatically cooperating with his attacks and defenses. Every attack brought up a black flame, and every defense was like a solid barrier.
The ghost of the underworld was shocked by Ren Hua's attack and found itself unable to resist Ren Hua's power. Its will-o'-wisps were suppressed by Ren Hua's black flames, and its defense was broken through by Ren Hua's three heads and six arms. It began to retreat, trying to escape the overwhelming attack.
But Ren Hua won't give it any chance. He quickly approached the ghost of the underworld like a beast chasing its prey. His three heads and six arms were like sharp blades, instantly piercing the body of the underworld ghost.
Yang Xian took a deep breath, knowing in his heart that he was facing not only the ghosts of the underworld, but also an irresistible and powerful force. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he knew that he had to concentrate all his strength to fight against this dark force.
He quickly formed seals with his hands, and spiritual energy surged around his body. In an instant, his domain power, the Third Eye Domain, was condensed again. In this realm, Yang Xian is like a god who controls everything. With his unparalleled will and courage, he tightly traps the three ghosts of the underworld in the realm.
The three ghosts of the underworld were struggling and roaring in his domain, but they could not break through the shackles of the Third Eye no matter what. Their bodies were pulled by the power of the domain, as if they were tightly held by invisible giant hands, unable to move.
However, at the same time, Yang Xian also felt tired and weak. He watched the three ghosts of the underworld trapped in the realm of the Third Eye, but his body could no longer move. He understood that his power was exhausted and he could no longer maintain this realm.
At this time, he could only place his hope on Mu Yu and Ren Hua around him. He stared at them closely and said in a weak voice: "The rest is up to you." Although his voice was weak, it was full of determination and trust.
In the realm of Yang Xian's third eye, there was silence and solemnity. The three ghosts of the underworld were running around in the realm, only to find that they seemed to be trapped in an invisible cage, unable to escape no matter what. Their power seemed to be ruthlessly devoured in this realm, and the originally snarling ghost claws became pale and powerless.
At the same time, the pressure on Mu Yu and Ren Hua was greatly reduced, and they felt the power of Yang Xian's domain. Their breathing no longer felt heavy and suppressed, but became lighter. Their eyes shone with hope, because they knew that they were no longer fighting alone, they had companions and strength.
Mu Yu no longer hesitated, he knew this was his chance. He flipped his hands quickly, black and white thunder jumping between his fingers. Powerful power surged through his body, and a sharp light shot out of his eyes. He launched an attack on the remaining ghosts of the underworld without hesitation.
The black and white thunder were like two huge snakes, rolling and roaring in the air. They staggered and attacked the ghosts of the underworld. It was a collision of destruction and recovery, a collision of darkness and light. The remaining ghosts of the underworld seemed so insignificant under the attack of black and white thunder.
The war was about to break out, and Yang Xian's third eye field was filled with a fierce fighting atmosphere. Every impact, every attack seemed to carve a deep mark on the domain. It was a collision of tenacity and determination, a contest of courage and strength. And in this war, who can be the final winner?
Ren Huana is really fighting for his life. Behind him, Nezha's golden martial spirit shone brightly, and his three-headed and six-armed appearance was full of momentum. He threw himself into this fierce battle with determination and determination. His movements were swift and precise, and every attack was as decisive and decisive as thunder.
His three heads and six arms danced like a whirlwind, forming an insurmountable attack network. Each of his arms is as flexible as if it has independent consciousness, and can change its angle at will. No matter what kind of enemy it faces, it can attack without blind spots.
The two ghosts from the underworld in front of them seemed powerless under this violent attack. Their figures became blurred under Ren Huana's attack, as if they were torn apart by a powerful force. Every attack caused their bodies to twist in pain.
Ren Huana's fighting style is extremely unique. With his three-headed and six-armed posture, he perfectly combines speed, strength and skill. Every move he makes is full of power and beauty, like a well-choreographed dance.
His eyes were firm and resolute, as if nothing could shake his determination. With incomparable perseverance and courage, he charged at the two ghosts of the underworld again and again. His figure looked extraordinarily tall in the moonlight, like a mountain peak, firm and unshakable.
The battle was fierce and cruel, but Ren Huana did not flinch. The golden spirit of Nezha shines brightly behind him, providing him with a steady stream of power. His three heads and six arms swept out like a violent storm, each attack carrying endless power and determination.
Under his fierce attack, the two ghosts of the underworld finally began to retreat. Their figures became blurry in the moonlight, as if they were disappearing into the air. Ren Huana seized this opportunity and rushed towards them with an even fiercer offensive. His three heads and six arms danced faster, forming an inescapable attack network.
The eyes of the strong man who attacked Mu Yu earlier were filled with shock and regret. He originally thought that through the secret techniques of the ancient tribes of the underworld, he could gain powerful power and achieve his goals. But now, he discovers that he is nothing more than a tool used by the ancient tribe. They exploit his desire for power and make him a part of their plan.
He slashed with his sword at the ghost of the underworld in front of Mu Yu. It was a burly ghost with a hideous face. There is a cold and powerful aura permeating its body, as if it can freeze everything around it. However, at this moment, this cold aura could not cover up the panic in his heart.
The strong man's sword light was as fierce as thunder, instantly piercing the air. But the ghost didn't flinch. On the contrary, it opened its bloody mouth, exposed its sinister white teeth, and charged towards the strong man with a roar. The strong man's eyes flashed, and he understood that he had fallen into a life-and-death situation.
Two powerful forces collided in the air, triggering a fierce shock wave. The surrounding trees and rocks disintegrated under this force and turned into dust. And the battle between the strong man and the ghost became increasingly fierce in this dust.
The strong man brandished a broadsword, each blow carrying a decisive momentum. He tried his best to kill the ghost. However, the ghost didn't seem to be afraid of his attacks. Every collision made him feel that his power was rapidly draining away.
Finally, after a violent impact, the strong man's body was pushed away by a huge force and flew several feet away. He could no longer hold the sword in his hand, and his eyes were filled with exhaustion and helplessness. But the ghost of the underworld didn't seem to be too hurt. It roared and rushed towards the strong man again.
At this moment, the strong man already understood that he could no longer compete with this ghost. However, he is not willing to be used, and he is not willing to become someone else's pawn.
The bloody knife surrounded the strong man's body. It was a sharp weapon that had drunk countless lives. The blood on it was not dry, and it shone with a heart-stopping red light. Its owner was a strong man like an iron tower, with muscles all over his body as hard as sculptures. His eyes were wide open with anger, and an indescribable murderous aura rose from his brows, like the north wind on a winter night, sharp and biting.
He was like a wild tiger, desperately charging towards the ghost in the underworld in front of him. His steps were steady and decisive, and every time he landed was like a declaration of his determination and strength. He held the bloody knife tightly in both hands, and the tip of the knife drew a cold light in the dark night, carrying a cold killing intent.
The anger in the strong man's eyes was like a blazing fire, blazing and unafraid of any challenge. His gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the heart of the underworld ghost. His roar echoed in the night air, the determination and anger in his voice shocking.
His battle with the ghosts of the underworld is like a violent storm, unpredictable. As the bloody knife was swung, a bloody storm arose. Every collision of the blades was like a conflict between two forces, vibrating the surrounding air.
The strength of a strong man is like the tidal wave of the sea, unstoppable. The bloody knives surrounded his side, like the claws of a cheetah, ready to tear apart any enemy who dared to challenge. His figure looked taller and more powerful in the moonlight, and his fierce murderous aura became more intense.
Mu Yu faced a group of ghosts from the underworld. Their faces were distorted and terrifying, and their bodies looked like ghosts from hell, exuding the aura of death and decay. Their eyes were full of cunning and cruelty, as if they were enjoying the upcoming feast.
The sky suddenly split open, and streaks of thunder roared out from the clouds, carrying endless power and shock. Each thunderbolt was like the anger of the gods, striking at the group of ghosts. Mu Yu clenched his hands and gathered strength in his palms, his eyes were firm and decisive.
The ghosts charged, waving their weapons and screaming one after another. However, facing Mu Yu's thunder, their offensive was like a mantis using its arms as a chariot, and their fearless collision only resulted in destruction. Thunder exploded above the heads of the ghosts, swallowing them up one by one, leaving only pieces of scorched earth and broken weapons.
