Originally, the Death Emperor Lingg Yefeng held the Death God Scythe and was the sole ruler of this dark realm.
Soon, the young man clad in dark armor beca the protagonist of this world.
Shi Feng! Emperor Nine Nether Netherworld reincarnate!
By this mont, people gradually realized the source of supre power that had suddenly vanished!
Just as those words fell, dozens of collisions of Nine-star Martial Emperor's ultimate strength suddenly turned into nothingness.
"Hehe." Facing the gazes gathered on him, Shi Feng chuckled softly.
Then, his previously halted figure moved again, slowly strolling forward, continuing towards the direction of those thirty-four people.
Shi Feng opened his mouth once more, jokingly saying, "Have you all decided how to die, trash?"
Upon hearing Shi Feng's words, one by one, the Supre Martial Emperors realized the sudden disappearance of frenzied attacks was indeed related to this Netherworld!
"Netherworld!"
"Netherworld!"
"Netherworld..."
Soon, an ominous feeling arose in the hearts of the mighty.
Watching Netherworld approach, so people's bodies involuntarily retreated.
Shi Feng showed no imposing aura, yet at this mont, these people seed to sense an indescribable invisible aura emanating from him.
"Master!"
"Great Emperor!"
"Bro!"
...
anwhile, the people of Nine Nether stared unblinkingly at Shi Feng.
Six months ago, he was sucked into a space black hole, his life or death unknown! They didn't expect him to return today!
Now upon his return, earlier... was it really related to him when those two waves of powerful forces were broken?
What has happened to him in the past six months?
If it was indeed related to him, could it be... could he really have stepped into the legendary... Divine Realm!
"Hehe, hehe!" At this mont, Shi Feng, slowly strolling forward, chuckled as he watched the retreating Martial Emperors, saying: "Trash, have you thought about your death thod as I suggested earlier? If there's no reply, then I'll decide for you!"
"Everyone, don't be afraid!" Suddenly, the Ling Family Patriarch Ling Hun shouted deeply, "With so many of us, are we really afraid of a re Netherworld?
Earlier, he must have secretly used so mysterious object, I don't believe he can use such an object forever!"
"Useless! He must have used so mysterious object! And it should be an ancient damaged treasure." Just as Ling Hun finished speaking, soone responded and said:
"If Netherworld truly had the ability, he would've attacked us long ago! Hmph! Do any of you really think he's stepped into the Divine Realm?"
"Exactly! There must be a treasure at play! And that treasure, I figure, can devour our attacks but cannot attack us!"
One by one, the supre Martial Emperors instantly reacted.
This Netherworld has remained passive since appearing! We've besieged him within the Netherworld Purgatory, could the forr Emperor Nine Nether just remain so composed?
This Netherworld must have so mysterious object! However, that object cannot harm us!
Yes! That's right! It must be so!
Understanding this, these supre Martial Emperors, who had been slowly retreating, suddenly stopped, standing tall and coldly eyeing the "pretending" Netherworld!
Following this, the Jiguang Emperor Jii Yehao, seeing the regained montum, shouted to the mighty: "Attack together! Break Netherworld's object! Slay Netherworld, seize the Source of All Things, annihilate Nine Nether Remnants, and capture the Death God Scythe!"
Once one of the Seven Great Martial Emperors that brought the downfall of Emperor Nine Nether, Netherworld's undying existence, and Nine Nether's unending survival, truly unsettle their minds!
This Netherworld, a lingering Yin Soul, refuses to perish!
"Destroy Netherworld!"
"Blast!"
"Gather!"
Then, again a tide of supre strength gathered on these Supre Martial Emperors.
Then, thirty-three people once again struck simultaneously, this ti, thirty-three waves of supre force aid at the forr Emperor Nine Nether, Shi Feng!
"Master!"
"Great Emperor!"
"Bro!"
...
Witnessing so many frenzied blasts headed towards Shi Feng, Lingg Yefeng and others were startled into exclamations.
They heard Ling Hun's words too, and they believed that the sudden disappearance of imminent violent collisions earlier must be due to so treasure hidden on Netherworld.
The Realm of Divine Grade, such an elusive thing, even if they considered Shi Feng might truly have stepped into it, they could hardly believe it.
Then, Lingg Yefeng and others also launched their own supre attacks, protecting Shi Feng as much as possible! anwhile, their fifteen figures surged forward, determined to bring the master back, and nothing could happen!
As long as the master remains, Nine Nether shall endure! These people will eventually perish!
"Oh?" Seeing the frenzied power rushing towards him, Shi Feng's expression slightly changed as he halted his slow pace.
"Originally, I was negotiating your death thods with you trash calmly, since it's like this, then let you taste the sensation of death approaching first!"
With Shi Feng's words falling, the frenzied sweeping energies suddenly once again vanished without a trace.
But at this mont, the void surrounding those thirty-four suddenly ignited in crimson flas, instantly enclosing them within.
Once the crimson flas appeared, the attacks coming from Lingg Yefeng and others were instantly extinguished under the flas!
The Death God Scythe once again flew backward.
"This! This fire!"
"This fla... so powerful! Such power exists in this world! Such fla exists!"
"Is this fla Netherworld's thod? Netherworld, he truly has powerful thods! Oh no!"
"We... we're already surrounded by this fla!"
"How could this happen... How could this happen..." By this ti, even Ling Family Patriarch Ling Hun stared blankly at the appearing blood flas, feeling the energy within them that he couldn't comprehend, filling him with dread!
"Netherworld! The returning Netherworld. Could... could he truly have stepped into the Divine Realm? No! No, please don't!"
A tide of fear continuously surged within the hearts of these Supre Martial Emperors.
"Shi Feng! That villain! How does he possess such power! No! Revenge for my father's death, I, Shi Xuan, must have!"
"This... Netherworld! The lingering Yin Soul! How hateful! Why won't he just die! Ah!" One of the Seven Great Martial Emperors, the Mountain Emperor Duan Xingyu, clenched his fists, staring at the surrounding crimson flas, spoke in hatred.
With the ergence of Blood Fla, the powerful appear as re ants waiting to be incinerated.
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