"The sea breeze feels so good," You Wu murmured. "So Hell's environment is actually this livable?"
He stood on the surface of the sea, soaked from head to toe, sticky strands of hair plastered to his cheeks and neck. His wet shirt outlined the exquisite curve of his waist and abdomen, making him look like a beauty fresh from the bath. No one had ever combined masculine hardness and feminine softness the way he did, like a work of art jointly crafted by gods and demons, a calamity of seductive color that bewitched all living beings.
The sea beneath him had already been dyed a deep, dark red. Corpses floated on the surface, and these Forgotten Ones, who had even lost their names, once again lost the right to exist.
But only a small portion of the enemies had died. Even more Forgotten Ones wandered through the air and the tides, while farther away, more white bubbles rapidly swelled and gathered.
The Forgotten Ones were not mindless, foolish killing weapons. They had truly returned to their former peak, battle wisdom included. They realized that feeding troops in piecemeal meant nothing against You Wu. Standing before them was no longer a stray dog fleeing with its head in its hands, but an immortal evil ghost that had crawled out from an apocalyptic hell.
If what had happened earlier was The Hunt, then this was the true war. They possessed violence capable of destroying heaven and earth, but their opponent was violence itself.
You Wu tilted his neck, and his joints gave a crisp crack.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking stock of the power he could use. "First Hell Wing, Soul Heaven, and this handful of spell spirits. Not many Wonders either, and my soul fusion rate