Chapter 2456: One Person Forms an Army

Mo Jialde was stunned. He refused to give up and tried to set a rule again: "Here..." But the crucial word "forbidden" could not be uttered at all.

He couldn't help but be greatly alarmed. Could the other party also use verbal incantations? Indeed, if the opponent could interrupt his spellcasting with a simple phrase, how could they not also possess verbal spellcraft? Moreover, the other party's mastery of verbal incantations seemed extremely profound, even surpassing his own. Upon arrival, he had immediately set a rule that nullified the verbal spell Mo Jialde was most proud of.

Wait, wasn't I wearing a specially made helmet? Why was I still affected?

At this moment, Zu An also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had reacted quickly, having just directly unleashed the power of 'words becoming reality' with his command. Each time he utilized this power, the cost was considerable, so he rarely employed it unless absolutely necessary. Fortunately, the task his power had to accomplish this time was not difficult, and his own cultivation was getting higher, taking his understanding of power to the next level. Although the technique caused some cracks on his body's surface, his powerful regenerative abilities quickly healed him, and others couldn't perceive the significant injury he had just sustained. This power is an extremely profound force of rules; as long as it is spoken, it becomes reality, without needing others to hear it. Mo Jialde's specially made helmet, of course, proved ineffective.

Seeing the brutal scene on the battlefield, Zu An, unwilling for the Asura and Witch clans to suffer heavy casualties on his account, decided to end the battle swiftly. He opened his hand, and a drop of blood-yellow liquid appeared in his palm.

Water of Oblivion!

With a gentle wave of his hand, a portion of the water drop scattered into the demon army's formation. Though it was only a single drop, as it flew, it multiplied ceaselessly, quickly transforming from a drop into a small stream, then the stream into a great river, and finally into towering, monstrous waves.

The Asura and Witch clans, having lived in the Underworld for so long, naturally recognized it as the Water of Oblivion at a glance, and each of them retreated in horror. However, the demon army did not know, thinking it was just some water-based attack spell. Many powerful demons spewed scorching flames from their mouths, attempting to directly burn away this water spell. Those demons obviously had the grounds for their confidence; the sky-obscuring flames even had a more formidable presence than the opposing river water. Unfortunately, the Water of Oblivion showed not a hint of evaporation; the moment they made contact, the originally aggressive flames were instantly extinguished.

Astonishment filled the eyes of those demon powerhouses. What water in this world could not be extinguished even by their combined efforts? Unfortunately, they would never have the chance to know the answer. In the blink of an eye, they were enveloped by the Water of Oblivion, their originally ferocious expressions turning blank as they became mindless automatons, submerged in the water.

The remaining demon army never imagined this water to be so potent; by then, it was too late to evade it. The formation masters in the demon army were gesturing so rapidly their hands almost smoked, unleashing various spells and formations in an attempt to block the terrifying wave. Unfortunately, the Water of Oblivion seemed formless and intangible; those spells and formations had no effect on it whatsoever. Soon, the towering waves passed through the spells, directly engulfing the entire team of formation masters. In just an instant, the formerly shrewd and powerful demon formation masters all turned into imbeciles.

The demon army completely collapsed; they had never seen such terrifying water. How could they possibly maintain their formation? They turned and fled in every direction, countless dying from being pushed and trampled by their own comrades. But how could the Asura and Witch clans, who were waiting eagerly nearby, let them escape so easily? They blocked their escape routes, herding them back into the river. Because of their long familiarity with the Underworld and the Water of Oblivion, they knew what to do without even needing to consult Zu An beforehand.

The armies of the Asura and Witch clans cheered excitedly, having never fought such a satisfying battle in all these years. They didn't have to do anything but reap the kills. The pleasure of mowing down enemies was truly exhilarating.

Mo Jialde, not far away, watched with eyes wide in disbelief. He had never imagined that his formidable army, so mighty just a short while ago, would be utterly annihilated in the blink of an eye. And the sole perpetrator behind all of this was that man! He stared at Zu An's figure, his eyes no longer held anger, only terror remained. Before this, he had never seen a single person capable of confronting an entire army. Even a powerhouse like the Lord of Slaughter would suffer losses in a direct confrontation with an elite army, yet this fellow had, by himself, annihilated the hundred-battle-hardened elite soldiers under his command. Especially that blood-yellow water; he had no idea what it was, but it was incredibly terrifying. Having conquered so many worlds, he was exceptionally knowledgeable, yet facing this object, he also tasted death. So he turned and fled, abandoning his remaining forces.

He had already lost his previous battle with Zu An, and this time, returning for revenge, he had two advantages: the specially made helmet had restored his ability to use verbal incantations, and his elite army had given him endless confidence. It was important to remember that this elite army boasted numerous powerhouses and had conquered countless worlds, yet it had been utterly annihilated. Furthermore, his proud verbal incantation skill was sealed once more, and the opponent had revealed this terrifying magical artifact, making it clear that in the previous battle, the opponent had not used their full strength. What more powerful magical artifacts or skills did he possess? What was the point of fighting now! Thus, his courage completely failed him, and he simply fled.

Seeing him flee, the last remnants of resistance in the demon army completely disintegrated. All the demons frantically scattered in every direction, but awaiting them were the organized armies of the Asura and Witch clans; they would either be slaughtered or swallowed by the terrifying flood.

Zu An secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the armies of the two clans had assisted today, otherwise, while the Water of Oblivion was powerful, it couldn't have submerged all the demons on its own. Moreover, with the demons now forewarned, it would likely be difficult to achieve the same effect if the Water of Oblivion were used again next time.

Watching Mo Jialde flee into the distance, a large bow appeared in Zu An's hand. The moment the bow appeared, the strong individuals present all turned their gaze towards it. They felt a terrifying surge of energy gathering on the bow, and each was profoundly shocked. Could this be the legendary divine artifact? How could this man possess so many magical artifacts?

Compared to the fear of others, the Mermaid Queen's eyes were filled with tenderness. The more powerful he became, the happier she was, even developing a strong sense of admiration. For so many years, there had been countless exceptionally talented men around her, but not a single one had ever made her feel admiration. On the contrary, those men had all fallen at her feet. Sensing this unique emotion, she sighed softly to herself, 'My descendant, no wonder you fell in love with this man; it seems I too have fallen...'

Princess Ni Huang had been secretly observing this stunningly beautiful woman. Noticing that her eyes, fixed on Zu An, seemed to be brimming with emotion, she thought, 'This woman is unusual; she might be my future formidable rival.'

Only Peacock County Princess was slightly calmer at this moment, because as she stared at the bow, she felt a strong sense of familiarity. At this moment, an invisible arrow had already condensed on the Sun-Slaying Bow. The space at the arrow's tip began to distort, clearly indicating the immense power it contained.

The next second, the arrow transformed into a streak of light, hitting Mo Jialde in the distance almost instantly. A huge burst of light erupted, and Mo Jialde screamed, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.