Can You Escape the Heavenly Court's Wrath of Thunder?

With such a vast disparity in strength, how could this horde of zombie undead possibly stand against eight Yama who had long since attained Daluo?

The battle instantly tipped completely out of balance, crushing down one-sidedly upon the zombies—

they were beaten back again and again by the elite forces of the underworld, their formation thrown into utter chaos as they crumbled like a routed army!

Jiang Chen himself was also suppressed by King Yama until he had no chance to strike back.

If not for his body being harder than divine iron, his life force enduring and boundless, coupled with his heaven-defying ability to regenerate, he would likely have already been gravely wounded and fallen to the ground. Whether he could even remain standing would be in question!

One had to know that King Yama was no ordinary figure.

He had immersed himself in the Daluo realm for who knew how many myriad years and had long become one of the Three Realms' few supreme apex existences.

What made Jiang Chen even more wary was the longsword in his hand—

dense Netherworld qi surged forth like a tide, while razor-sharp Sword Intent rushed at his face, chilling his eyes to the bone;

the blade itself was further entwined with underworld laws so dense they could not be dissolved, its might deep and heavy as a mountain.

This was no ordinary item, but the underworld's supreme artifact for safeguarding its domain—a Saint Artifact, and the Life Treasure cultivated through the lives of successive King Yamas—the Yama Emperor Sword!

Before Fengdu City, the yin wind howled.

King Yama stood in the air with his sword in hand, murderous intent blazing between his brows. His gaze was like a blade as it pierced Jiang Chen, who was covered in wounds before him,