This was a terrifying, overwhelming power beyond anything words could describe.
There were no torrents of energy tearing heaven and earth apart, nor any deafening sonic booms.
Along the path of that sword stroke, all the Netherworld's Death Qi, the barriers of space, and even the passage of time were forcibly stripped away and severed before that absolute imperial might of the Netherworld.
In midair, the four Yama, who had towered above everyone and treated the Million Ghost Army and Li Xiang's group of six as ants to toy with, all changed expression the instant they saw that sword sweep toward them.
It was not anger, but an ultimate terror born in the deepest recesses of their souls, etched into the fundamental laws of the Ghost Clan.
"Roar!" Red-Rumped Yama unleashed an earthshaking roar. His enormous body sprang off the white bone tiger's back, and he pushed his dark red King of Hell's Karmic Fire to a hundred and twenty percent of its limits in an instant, forming a massive blood-colored shield a thousand feet thick before him.
On the left, a terrifying spectral light shot from Black Sky Lord's single eye beneath his hood. The incomplete black moon above his head spun madly, pouring down ten thousand waterfalls of Netherworld Realm laws in an attempt to protect him.
Thousand-Head Yama's hundreds of heads screamed shrilly in unison, while countless tentacles made from severed limbs wove an impenetrable net of flesh in midair; Nether-Spring Yama's lovely face paled, and the Yellow Springs Deep Pool beneath her exploded, turning into a yellow curtain of water that stretched between heaven and earth.
In that lightning-swift instant, the Four Great Extreme Yama almost instinctively unleashed the lifesaving ultimate techniques they had kept in reserve.
Because they had felt a genuine threat of death