Using Ancient Gods as Furnaces to Forge the Ultimate Armament

Hades's fingers tightened around the bone staff, trembling slightly.

He looked at the crystal corpse stretching across a thousand miles before him.

It was the symbol of the previous generation of order—an existence that, even after being dead for hundreds of millions of years, still filled the Abyss Monarch with instinctive dread.

"Do it."

Lin Mu's voice came from above, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Hades gritted his teeth and slammed his staff heavily against the ground.

"Nether Prison-Refining Fire."

Ghostly blue flames erupted from beneath the earth.

These were no ordinary flames. They carried Extreme Cold, instantly engulfing the ancient god's corpse around its head.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

A piercing crackle rang out.

The dim black runes on the ancient god corpse's surface flared with blinding golden light the instant they came into contact with the netherfire.

They were the lingering laws of the old order.

Order rejected chaos.

The living rejected the dead.

The netherfire was forcibly held a meter away from the corpse's surface by the golden light, unable to advance an inch.

Hades increased his output of magical power.

The soul-fire in his eye sockets leaped violently, while his white-bone imperial robe snapped in the wind.

More netherfire surged forth, trying to forcibly break through that layer of golden defense.

Boom!

A rune at the corpse's brow suddenly exploded.

An invisible shockwave swept outward.

Hades let out a muffled groan. His hundred-meter-tall skeletal body flew backward and slammed heavily into a distant rock wall, sending a vast shower of crystal fragments crashing down.

"M-Master..."

Hades struggled to his feet, his voice dry and hoarse.

"Its rank is too high."

"My law power cannot penetrate its shell. It is... an absolute solid."

Lin Mu sat upon the Throne of Withered Bones, lightly tapping its armrest with his