The blood mist dispersed of its own accord.
The vengeful souls crawled and wailed.
As though they were paying homage to a supreme sovereign.
Passing through the blood mist, the path ahead suddenly came to an end.
A river of lava, hundreds of zhang wide, stretched across the way.
Within the river, magma churned and bubbles burst, while the sparks that sprayed out were enough to melt refined steel.
The other bank was the end of the Road to Hell.
An ordinary Soul Master who reached this point could only give everything they had to try and leap across.
But on this Road to Hell, where Soul Power was forbidden, that would be no different from courting death.
Tang Shuo stopped at the edge of the cliff.
He did not look toward the opposite shore, instead calmly watching the churning lava river beneath his feet.
The next moment.
The magma exploded.
A colossal creature slowly rose from the crimson liquid.
It was a true behemoth.
Its enormous body nearly filled the entire lava river.
Scalding magma flowed over its dark red scales, radiating the stench of sulfur and destruction.
Most eye-catching of all were its ten savage serpent heads.
Each serpent head represented an extreme power of destruction.
Flames, venom, frost, lightning, corrosion...
The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent.
The true guardian of the Road to Hell, a ferocious beast that had lived for countless tens of thousands of years. Its strength had long surpassed the realm of worldly Titled Douluo and was infinitely close to that of a god.
Its twenty enormous serpent eyes were locked firmly onto Tang Shuo.
"Roar!"
All ten serpent heads let out earth-shaking roars at once.
The sound waves became tangible impacts, causing the entire bone path to tremble violently.
Tang Shuo raised his