Heaven Coffin and Underworld

"Putting on airs and playing tricks!"

As the blood sea flowed backward and the Nether River gradually emerged, Min Tiange's attempt to escape through the Dao of Light failed. He floated at the edge of the blood sea, looking down at Li Dalong, who held the Book of Life and Death.

A cold gleam flashed in Min Tiange's eyes, yet it could not conceal the panic rising within him.

The Underworld.

That name alone was enough to make his heart tremble in fear, let alone the wails coming from the blood curtain trapping him within it. How could he know that within the blood curtain lay the Underworld's power awakened by the King of Hell? As the Underworld's last King of Hell, every one of the Eighteen Levels of Hell possessed its own unique power.

Countless tongues surfaced within the blood curtain, representing Tongue-Pulling Hell.

Gathering all the world's radiance into a single strike, Min Tiange knew the outcome after one blow. He had failed to break through Tongue-Pulling Hell. The densely packed, disgusting long tongues dripping with saliva within the blood curtain belonged to the owners of those wails. Rootless ghosts from Tongue-Pulling Hell filled the blood sea, forging the Boundless Blood Sea—which had already nearly reached the realm of a third-grade spiritual artifact—into the strongest wall in the world.

Li Dalong stared at Min Tiange, while Min Tiange likewise looked down at Li Dalong.

In but an instant.

Min Tiange moved again. Since he could not break through Tongue-Pulling Hell, then he would kill its master.

In an instant, light and darkness intertwined throughout the world, and the entire battlefield turned gray!

The backflowing Boundless Blood Sea, the Nether River rising ever higher from the ground, the countless long tongues of Tongue-Pulling Hell's evil ghosts, and the shadows