Six Martial Saints!
They were all of races other than humans. Even if they were at the Initial Stage Martial Saint level, they were still sowhat stronger than ordinary Martial Saints.
Faced with such terrifying power, anyone coming here would be daunted. One Martial Saint was already terrifying enough, let alone six!
However, facing this, Hades’s expression, after a mont of solemnity, quickly regained its calm.
Six Martial Saints...
What’s that even worth?
Seeing Hades’s indifferent and dismissive deanor, the old man was enraged and transford into a ferocious ghost, letting out a chilling, piercing howl.
"Prepare to die, Hades!"
Boom!
He charged forward, and in mid-air, his fist swiftly beca covered with layers of pale bony plates, quickly accumulating into a massive fist that whistled through the air towards Hades.
"Hmph!"
Hades snorted coldly, extending a hand casually and grasping the old man’s fist with a single clutch.
"You..."
The old man was astonished.
After transforming into a scarlet-dressed maiden, shouldn’t her strength have been weakened?
How could she so easily catch his attack?
"You are too weak."
Hades said flatly.
With a slight exertion of force, there was a cracking sound as she completely shattered the old man’s fist, the shards flying in every direction.
"Ah..."
The old man let out a harrowing scream, retreating quickly, then looked down at his hand, his entire body trembling imdiately.
Where his fist had been was now utterly empty; with a gentle move, Hades had shattered his terrifying strike.
"So strong."
The other five Martial Saint-level ghosts gasped at the sight.
Initially rushing towards Hades, they all halted, no longer daring to advance.
Hades said coolly, "What, are you scared?"
"We’ve been tricked." The old man gradually cald down, letting out a sigh.
The information they had previously received was false.
Hades’ strength hadn’t been weakened!
This ti, they might not make it out of here. Even if all six of them worked together, they probably couldn’t defeat Hades.
But so what?
Madness flickered in the old man’s eyes. "Hades, even at any cost today, for the destruction of our tribe by you, I must kill you here!"
The old man suddenly turned, looking at the other five ghosts, determination flashing in his eyes, "If any of you are afraid to die, feel free to leave! Even if I’m alone, I’m going to fight the Netherworld King to the death today."
"Leader, are you going to use that move? Go ahead, we all support you!" The other five Martial Saint-level ghosts all nodded firmly.
"Good, good." The old man laughed heartily.
"What are you up to?"
Hades frowned slightly.
However, at this mont, she didn’t attack.
She was a bit curious and wanted to see what trump card these ghosts had.
"Netherworld King, prepare to die." The old man turned back to Hades, his gaze turning cold as he suddenly shouted, "Ghostly Frenzy!"
Boom!
As this shout fell, the old man’s massive body suddenly exploded, transforming into pervasive energy that emitted a chilling aura.
The other five ghosts also self-detonated at that mont, turning into surging cold power, suspended in the air.
Then, they rged, forming a gigantic grey sphere with terrifying energy fluctuations.
"Hmm?"
Seeing this, Hades raised an eyebrow slightly.
It seed... quite powerful.
"Netherworld King, this is the final trump card of our ghost clan. I want to see if you can withstand it." A terrifying voice erged from within the grey sphere, seemingly a unique tone produced by the fusion of the six ghosts.
Boom!
With a whistle, the grey sphere rushed towards Hades.
As it charged, ripples spread out, and the surrounding forest silently turned to dust.
The ultimate power unleashed by the sacrifice of six Martial Saints—just how terrifying was it? Unimaginable!
"Hmph!"
However, facing all that, Hades rely let out a cold snort.
Even the combined desperate attack of six Martial Saints, in her presence, was worth what?
Just trifles!
Boom!
Hades’s long hair flew back, her stunning face exuding imperial might, like that of an empress appearing here.
"Break!"
With a light exclamation, Hades delivered a punch.
Her fist, delicate and indistinguishable from any woman’s, when it touched the grey sphere, boom... a terrifying force suddenly erupted, like a torrent, gushing out.
Boom!
In an instant, an earth-shattering explosion resounded through the forest, shaking the entire space.
The grey sphere rely trembled, then shattered into pieces, failing to inflict the slightest damage on Hades.
"Ah..."
The miserable screams emanated continuously from the grey sphere, revealing various distorted silhouettes.
Hades watched quietly, and soon the disturbance there cald, the five formidable Martial Saints had vanished without a trace.
"Netherworld God... Netherworld God... I curse you... I curse you..."
Suddenly, from a remnant of energy in the void, a phantom burst forth, it was the old man, his body twisting, a ferocious expression as he uttered the most venomous curse.
"Hoo..."
Hades gently blew, and the old man’s phantom vanished into thin air.
Having done all this, Hades did not leave. Instead, deep in thought appeared on her face.
She had co here from Europe so secretly, almost no one knew, so who exactly leaked the information?
Was it an internal traitor in the Blood Clan?
Even Hades sighed at this thought.
Power struggles within the Blood Clan were so severe that so people would stop at nothing to claim the king’s throne.
Then, Hades’s gaze beca icy.
Perhaps, she had been too lenient with them.
So lenient... that they had forgotten the edge of the Netherworld God!
"This ti returning, let heads roll." Hades, hands clasped behind, walked towards Europe, exuding a chilling aura.
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