The power flowing endlessly within, it felt as if heaven and earth were under his control. This immense sensation was something Shiva had never experienced before. The feeling of power coursing through his body was so wonderful.
He grabbed Qin Zhu to his front and sealed the divine power and Taichu within him. Shiva had plete control.
Yet, having reached this point, there was no turning back for the entire Nine Netherworld.
To the ordinary soldiers of the Nine Netherworld, whether it was the previously retreating Shiva or the current master of the Nine Nether River, Shiva was an invincible enemy.
But to save Qin Zhu, for the Nine Netherworld, for loyalty, they had no choice but to take up their weapons and charge towards Shiva.
As for the Shagui Tribe, it was to be expected. They were born without knowing what fear was, only knowing that Qin Zhu did a lot for the Demon Slayer Tribe and that kindness must be repaid.
Even if the enemy in front of them could destroy hundreds of Demon Slayer Tribe warriors with a flick of a finger, they would feel no fear.
Watching hundreds and thousands of warriors rushing toward Shiva.
The overwhelming warriors, blocking the sky and covering the sun, would cause any ordinary Upper-Rank God to feel some panic. With divine power, they could easily defuse Shiva’s attack with sheer numbers.
However, having acquired the external divine artifact, Shiva was different from the past and could no longer be dealt with by simple numbers.
With the augmentation of intelligence, the "Divine River Song" was flawless.
Seeing someone attacking his master, without needing Shiva’s order, the Divine River Song moved by itself, surrounding Shiva with rings of Nether River water, pletely blocking any direction that could attack Shiva.
Be it the heavy and powerful chops, the swift stabs, or the numerous assaults, they would all be perfectly defended by the Divine River Song.
Wrapped within, Shiva held Qin Zhu in his hand, his eyes full of pity.
His disdainful demeanor, not sparing a glance for anyone, fully demonstrated the arrogance of an Upper-Rank God.
Such arrogance, as if entering an unoccupied realm, made even the divine soldiers behind him put down their weapons, confidently appreciating Shiva’s performance.
This, was this terrifying power of an Upper-Rank God.
Qin Zhu’s eyes were lifeless, reflecting the warriors who risked their lives for him.
The Divine River Song, as if turning into countless venomous snakes, while blocking the attacks of the Demon Slayer and Nine Nether Divine Soldiers, was not idle. The Nether River water, which even the Upper-Rank Gods dreaded, seemed to have life force, crazily drilling into the seven orifices of the Nine Nether Divine Soldiers and the Demon Slayers.
Once successfully entering the enemy’s orifices, they would instantly be eroded by the piercing cold, covered in a layer of visible ice crystals, pletely cutting off their vitality, each one falling and shattering into pieces on the Nine Nether Cyan Stone paved ground.
Even when these scenes entered Qin Zhu’s eyes, he did not react.
He, knowing the terror of the Nether River, did not think Shiva, possessing the Divine River Song, could be defeated at all.
As for why Qin Zhu did not stop his subordinates from dying one after another, it was because he knew clearly, be it the Nine Nether Divine Soldiers or the people of the Demon Slayer Tribe, after this battle, none would survive.
For them, the best oute would be to die in battle.
"You, you are really heartless, seeing your people fall one by one, don’t you have anything to say?"
Qin Zhu’s eyes were vacant, offering no response.
As for Shiva, he was not annoyed.
At this moment, confident of victory, he no longer wanted to argue with Qin Zhu over such trivial matters.
"If you don’t want to talk, then go die."
With a slight smile, Shiva’s second arm on the right extended, forming a gauntlet with divine power.
Bang～
Shiva suddenly punched down, and Qin Zhu’s face immediately turned a bloody mess.
Bang!
This second punch was even more vicious, and when Shiva withdrew his fist, preparing to unleash a third punch to take Qin Zhu’s life, it was evident that the previously overpowering King of the Nine Netherworld had his face turned into a bloody mess, looking extremely miserable.
With barely a breath left, blood continuously dripped from his face, but the rising and falling of his chest showed that Qin Zhu was still alive.
Shiva once again raised his fist, this time pulling back his arm much further than before, obviously indicating this strike would be more powerful than the previous two punches.
"Qin Zhu, goodbye."
Understanding the villain dies of over-talk, Shiva intended to leave no suspense, the deadly strike was about to land.
As Qin Zhu was about to meet his end, his subordinates descended into a frenzy, launching their final attack.
To prevent Shiva from being disturbed, the divine soldiers busied themselves, surrounding Shiva, escorting him. By the looks of things, this time Qin Zhu really was doomed.
The wind pressure from Shiva’s fist swept in, and Qin Zhu could still clearly feel the terrifying power on his fist.
"Heh, this life, it ends this way."
Qin Zhu couldn’t help but mock himself in his heart.
Recalling his life’s journey, Qin Zhu only felt a roller coaster ride.
Reaching this point today, the effort he expended was no less than anyone’s. Thousands of years of planning, obliterated in an instant. To say there was no resentment in his heart was impossible.
Just as he was ready to wele death, a strong arm grabbed Shiva’s descending fist.
"Hey, hey, that’s enough, give a man some grace where possible."
Shiva was too focused on Qin Zhu, thus failed to notice that another powerful being had arrived at the scene.
When he turned his head, what he saw was a familiar face.
The God of Chaos — Chai Po!
"You guy, why are you here, were you assigned a task by the higher-ups? How e I didn’t know?!"
It’s no surprise that those from Dark Rising were hiding well, even at this point, Shiva didn’t understand why Chai Po appeared here, and foolishly asked such a question.
"Heh, the higher-ups had already guessed you’d be desperate. After all, the Nine Netherworld has developed over so many years, and its strength is no longer the same as before. It’s unsurprising you couldn’t defeat them."
Hearing this, Shiva felt somewhat displeased.
"Bullshit, I couldn’t beat him? You wouldn’t be claiming victory after things are almost handled, would you?"
Chai Po slightly smiled.
His eyes were full of mockery.
As if saying, a dignified Upper-Rank God, couldn’t be so petty, right?
"Qin Zhu hides too many things on his body. He insists on confronting us to protect Dark Rising’s information. Don’t you think there are a lot of breakthroughs to be found in him? If you just killed him like that, where would we go to find those from Dark Rising?"
Upon hearing this from Chai Po, Shiva suddenly found it quite reasonable.
He immediately let go of his fist.
Chai Po reached out, took Qin Zhu, and directly threw him into his chaotic space.
"Rest assured, that Qin Zhu guy, he can’t escape in my chaotic space."
Just as Shiva was about to nod in agreement, Chai Po’s fist was already in front of his eyes.
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