Ha Luosa's Apprehension

At the same time, his eyes were as deep as night, as though reflecting fragments of endless reincarnation. This also left Ha Luosa somewhat shocked: Wu Yang Jin appeared unaffected by his domain.

"This is merely an inheritance left behind by those who came before."

He murmured softly. Deep within his gaze, it was as if he recalled the being who had taught him this technique. The teachings he had once received would reveal themselves at this very moment.

Wu Yang Jin slowly raised an arm and pointed toward the void!

Suddenly, the earth trembled, and an even more majestic dark altar emerged between heaven and earth!

Another twelve black gates still stood tall, yet behind them, even more ancient and terrifying figures gradually appeared.

They wore tattered black robes, their bodies like withered bones, yet black ghostly flames burned upon them.

They were Undead Priests, supreme undead emissaries summoned by Electrolux in ancient times—true masters of death!

"Death Feast!"

Wu Yang Jin shouted in a low voice, his words echoing across heaven and earth like a tolling funeral bell of the end.

The twelve priests slowly stepped out. Their eyes were also ghostly blue, yet they differed from the beings Ha Luosa had summoned earlier.

For within their gazes flickered wills of greater reason and destruction. They did not roar, but instead raised their hands and slowly chanted an ancient Death Invocation.

In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, the void shook, and the laws of death surged forth like crashing waves.

At this moment, the entire battlefield became a sacrificial altar of death once more, but it no longer seemed to belong to Ha Luosa.

"What tricks are you trying to pull, brat?" Ha Luosa, the King of the Underworld, frowned slightly, a trace of coldness flashing