The newcomer was wrapped in a voluminous black robe, crimson hair spilling loose over his shoulders. His face was completely covered by a ferocious metal mask lined with fangs, leaving only a pair of cold, malicious red eyes exposed.
Beneath the sweeping black robe, dark-gold armor of immortal-artifact grade was faintly visible, its edges savage and jagged.
The void lay deathly silent. Only that mass of ghostly green Netherworld Underworld Fire blazed fiercely over Su Hao's body, hissing with a sound that made hearts quail.
Chi Chen stared at the motionless figure within the underworld fire, and a cold laugh emerged from beneath his mask.
This underworld fire had been drawn from the depths of the River of the Underworld. Its power was bizarre: it did not harm the flesh, but specifically targeted the Primordial Spirit. Once it latched on, it would never go out until it had burned the opponent's Primordial Spirit to ashes.
In his eyes, the instant the flames wrapped around Su Hao, victory and defeat had already been decided.
Yet the ghostly green flames suddenly shuddered violently.
Immediately afterward, the firelight rapidly contracted, forcibly drawn away by an invisible force and wholly absorbed into a purple-gold alms bowl.
Seven strange divine inscriptions emerged and formed a ring, tightly sealing the bowl's mouth.
Chi Chen's expression changed—his connection with the Netherworld Underworld Fire had been completely severed!
"Th—" His mask concealed the shock on his face.
Su Hao stood calmly where he was, one hand behind his back and the other holding the purple-gold alms bowl. He sized up the black-robed figure, who was covered from head to toe.
"I heard that beneath the Southern Nether Emperor of the Netherwater Realm stand four divine generals.
"Among them, Divine General Suo Hong disappeared over a hundred thousand years