Chapter 2192: Joining if You Can't Beat Them

The matter of Red Carp was one thing, but he couldn't let him have the authority over the Underworld. He certainly didn't want to endure countless ages of torture in the Ice Hell again!

At that moment, an boundless sea of blood suddenly surged from beneath the Old Demon King's feet. This was a new power he had gained from the Sea of Blood Hell, after enduring the Knife Mountain and Fire Sea.

He felt more powerful than before. He had originally intended to save this move as a trump card, to be used against Zhao Hao or the Dragon King at a critical moment, but now he had to unleash it prematurely.

He rose higher and higher, the sea of blood beneath his feet forming monstrous waves. Faintly, many hideous ghostly creatures stood beside him, appearing ready to fight alongside him.

At the same time, a hazy gray sun rose behind him. Originally, his domain had been a crimson sun, but now, influenced by the Underworld, it had transformed into this.

In this new domain, composed of the gray sun and the sea of blood, he felt far stronger than in his previous life.

Zu An glanced at it, thinking to himself, 'Sister Yun's domain also seems to be a sea of blood, though when she manifests it, it's far more beautiful. I wonder if the Sea of Blood in this Underworld would have any effect on Sister Yun's cultivation technique. If so, perhaps I should bring her here to see it someday?'

At that moment, Zhao Hao also spread his hands, and countless thin ghostly skins flew across the sky. Each skin was actually the form of a complete ghost, though only the skin remained, without any flesh or blood. These ghostly skins resembled bats, emitting strange cackles, their expressions particularly hideous, as if waiting to devour and absorb the enemies' vital essence and transform them into similar ghostly skins.

This was a new ability Zhao Hao had comprehended in the Skinning Hell. He had the same idea as the Old Demon King: he had originally thought to deliver a significant blow at a critical moment, but now, the most important thing was to deal with Zu An first.

Seeing the dazzling skills displayed by the two, the Dragon King cursed under his breath, "They're all conniving old foxes!"

The temperature around him suddenly dropped as patches of Ice Hell spread in all directions, as if even the air could be frozen. His momentum was in no way inferior to the other two.

However, he was quite displeased now, considering he had revealed this trump card from the very beginning. Compared to those two, he seemed like an unsophisticated fool.

Seeing the three powerful individuals approach, wielding the might of the Sea of Blood Hell, the Skinning Hell, and the Ice Hell, Zu An, however, let out a soft sigh.

The Old Demon King sneered, "Now you know fear, don't you? I won't kill you quickly. Instead, I'll let you drown in the sea of blood, so you can fully experience all the suffering I've endured over the years."

The opponent was indeed stronger than he had anticipated. But what kind of beings were the three of them? In their previous lives, they had been among the top three most powerful individuals in the world, and now each had gained new powers. With the three of them joining forces, no matter how strong the opponent was, he could only meet a bitter end.

Zhao Hao snorted coldly, "Don't be careless. Beware of his strange abilities."

For some reason, thinking of the opponent's strange and unfathomable minor abilities made him feel uneasy. He always felt that this guy was truly mysterious.

Could it be that he still had some hidden trump card?

At that moment, Zu An finally spoke, "When I fought against you before, your strength indeed surpassed mine, so I could only rely on those abilities to save my life. But now, to deal with you, why would I need such tricky methods?"

As soon to his words fell, he suddenly flew into the sky. Ripples floated in circles in the void behind him, as if some power was about to emerge from within.

"No good, don't let him attack!" The Old Demon King's expression changed; he had suffered a great loss from this very move back then.

Zhao Hao and the Dragon King were both top experts of the current era; they didn't need his reminder and had already attacked simultaneously.

The flying ghostly skins concealed fist-shaped phantoms capable of destroying the world. A hundred-zhang-long ice dragon formed from condensed frost, and the Golden Crow Dharma Idol from the surging sea of blood almost simultaneously reached Zu An.

The billions of departed souls who had been watching the battle secretly cursed their shamelessness. 'This is clearly a competition for the Supreme Lord of the Underworld,' they thought, 'yet these three guys are ganging up on one person. Even if they win like this, how can they be worthy of the title of Supreme Lord of the Underworld?'

Among them, a headless ghost from the City of Wrongful Deaths cursed the most vehemently, appearing as if it could not resist going up to help.

The other departed souls nearby scoffed, "Oh, come on, your meager cultivation wouldn't even match the combat power of one of their ghostly skins."

"This is a selection for the strongest in the Underworld," they said. "Where is the temperament of a supreme being in their behavior? Would you truly acknowledge such guys as your leader?"

"What can we do if we don't acknowledge them?" another retorted. "In this world, cultivation isn't the only form of power; wisdom is also a type of strength. The fact that the young man couldn't rally allies in time and was besieged only shows he has shortcomings in that regard."

Similar discussions almost permeated every corner of the Underworld. Beneath the Bridge of Helplessness, a woman gripped her hands nervously. She even somewhat dared not look at the live broadcast in mid-air, only murmuring to herself, "Ah Zu, you must win!"

Just then, a gasp of astonishment suddenly erupted around her. She hurriedly looked up, only to see earth-shattering changes appear on the arena.

Zu An's expression turned cold: "You're all using the powers of your respective Hells. Have you forgotten which area I am the king of?"

As soon as his words fell, streaks of sword energy appeared in the void behind him, a combination of the Divine Pattern Armament Scroll and the Azure Luan Sword Array.

However, this time the sword energy was very special. Each sword was no longer an illusion but emitted a blood-yellow light, each possessing the power of a divine artifact.

The three opponents, who had felt secure just a second ago, now had their pupils contracted, and they screamed in unison, "The River of Oblivion! That's Oblivion Water!"

The various spells cast by the three collided with the sword energy formed by the Oblivion Water. The sword energy seemed to shatter upon impact, but they couldn't be happy at all.

Because each streak of sword energy transformed into countless raindrops, and every single raindrop was a sword!

Every drop of Oblivion Water possessed the power to cleanse all things. The originally flying and hideous ghostly skins let out genuine shrieks; once touched by the Oblivion Water, they instantly seemed to lose their vitality and spiritual essence, falling directly to the ground. At the same time, shadowy figures struggled within the ghostly skins, being sucked into the nearby Oblivion Water.

The ghostly creatures in the Sea of Blood, who had originally been arrogant and eager to tear apart their enemies, were now scrambling back, crying out in terror. Although suffering punishment while sinking in the Sea of Blood was painful, they could at least maintain their self-awareness. After countless ages, once their sins were cleansed, there was at least a possibility of reincarnation.

But once they sank into the River of Oblivion, to be forever lost as idiotic water ghosts, then truly everything would be over.

Unfortunately—the rain was everywhere!

When the Oblivion Water droplets fell into the Sea of Blood, the originally surging Sea of Blood instantly became completely turbid; it was clearly transforming from a sea of blood into the River of Oblivion.

If you can't beat them, join them!

With the addition of the Sea of Blood, the Oblivion Water increased even further, completely extinguishing the trio's various spells, and finally began to besiege their actual bodies.

The Dragon King cursed loudly, "Demon King, what the hell! Is your skill a mole?"

The Old Demon King's face turned ashen. "Damn it, how dare you say that to me? If it weren't for your Sea God's Crown, could he control the River of Oblivion?"

The Dragon King's eyes were a little dazed. "Impossible," he said, "the Sea God's Crown cannot achieve this level. How could the River of Oblivion be easily controlled?"

He had possessed the Sea God's Crown for the longest time and naturally knew that its abilities could never control the River of Oblivion.

However, the three of them now had no time to consider this question. Faced with the sky full of raindrop-like sword energy formed by Oblivion Water, they could only desperately unleash their life's ultimate skills to resist.

Having been in the Underworld for so long, they naturally knew that even if a single drop of Oblivion Water touched them, their souls and minds would be corrupted, transforming them completely into water ghosts of the River of Oblivion.

Unfortunately, the Oblivion Water could corrode and assimilate everything, and their defenses dissolved layer by layer.

The Dragon King was the first to falter. "Brother Zu, I was wrong. I won't argue about the Red Carp matter anymore," he conceded. "I was too loud before. I am completely convinced now. You are the one who should be the Lord of the Underworld."