nycdaug Chapter 338 The Snake King Appears
Chapter 338 The Snake King Appears
Zhang Yun in red was still lying on the recliner, his eyes showing calmness and composure, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
But his eyes were always fixed on the battle on the battlefield.
There was excitement in his eyes; this battle was exactly what he had been looking forward to.
His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the recliner, making a crisp sound, as if he was keeping the rhythm for the battle.
There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he was enjoying a wonderful performance.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile. The bloodiness and cruelty of this battle was exactly what he liked.
These mysterious servants were just his side dishes, and the real prey seemed to be approaching.
On the other side of the battle, the warriors of the eight tribes seemed to be having a difficult time.
There was pain and anger on their faces, and a look of unwillingness in their eyes.
Their bodies were injured by the attacks of the Netherworld soldiers and generals, and blood kept flowing out of their wounds.
Although their attacks were powerful, they could not cause much damage to the soldiers of the Netherworld.
There was a look of despair on their faces, and they had realized the difficulty of this battle.
The warriors of the tribe continued to attack, but each time they were easily repelled by the soldiers of the Netherworld.
Their attacks were like a drop in the ocean, unable to cause any substantial damage to the Netherworld soldiers and generals.
However, the attacks of the Netherworld soldiers and generals were like the sharp teeth of a poisonous snake, piercing the bodies of the tribal warriors again and again, causing them unbearable pain.
There was anger and unwillingness in the eyes of the tribal warriors. They kept launching attacks, but each time they were easily resolved by the soldiers of the Netherworld.
In this battle, the tribe's warriors seemed to be in a desperate situation.
There was pain and despair on their faces, and a look of unwillingness in their eyes.
Their bodies were injured by the attacks of the Netherworld soldiers and generals, and blood kept flowing out of their wounds.
However, the tribe's warriors did not give up.
There was a determined look on their faces and an indomitable fighting spirit in their eyes.
They kept attacking.
Their attacks were like a violent storm, with great power and momentum.
On this battlefield shrouded in the flames of war and the breath of death, time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the tense atmosphere in the air was almost suffocating.
The battle in the distance was still going on fiercely. The Netherworld soldiers and the warriors of the eight tribes were like two surging torrents.
There were constant collisions and fights, blood and limbs flying in the air, making horrifying sounds.
However, on this chaotic battlefield, a new force is quietly brewing, foreshadowing that an even more terrifying storm is about to come.
At this moment, Han Shaoyun stepped out.
His figure was like a ray of dawn, slowly approaching from the edge of the battlefield.
He was wearing a black robe, the corners of which fluttered in the wind, carrying a mysterious power.
His face was cold and majestic, with an aura of majesty between his brows. His eyes were deep and sharp, like two cold stars, sweeping across every corner of the battlefield.
His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be stepping on the pulse of the earth, making a dull and firm sound, and even the earth was making way for him.
Han Shaoyun slowly walked towards the center of the battlefield, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring closely at the tribal warriors who were fighting.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile, which was filled with unquestionable confidence and coldness.
His hands were behind his back, and his eyes showed calmness and composure, as if he had already seen through everything.
His body exuded a powerful aura, which was like substance, seeping out from every pore of his body and filling the air around him.
It is like a towering mountain, standing tall and unshakable, giving people a feeling of being unshakable.
When Han Shaoyun reached the center of the battlefield, he stopped and swept his eyes over the tribal warriors, his eyes revealing a cold murderous intent.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile. He had already seen the fate of these soldiers.
He slowly raised his hands, his movements graceful and calm, as if he was just brushing off the dust on his body, but this raise of his hands contained endless power.
With a wave of his hand, the whole world seemed to change.
A powerful force surged out from Han Shaoyun's hands. This force surged like a tide, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield.
In the sky, dark clouds gathered quickly, forming a thick black curtain that completely blocked out the sunlight.
Lightning flashed in the dark clouds, making a deafening roar, as if it was the roar of God.
The earth began to tremble, as if a powerful force was surging underground. Cracks spread from under Han Shaoyun's feet, tearing the entire battlefield into pieces of broken fragments.
The eighteen levels of hell are coming!
Endless darkness and despair instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, as if even time was frozen by this force.
Waves of icy air surged out from the ground, intertwining with the flames descending from the sky, forming an extremely terrifying picture.
Extreme cold and blazing flames alternated, as if two extreme forces were colliding with each other, making a deafening roar.
The entire battlefield was shrouded in a strange light and had fallen into the abyss of hell.
The people of the eight tribes suffered a real heavy blow in an instant.
The warriors who were still fighting with the Netherworld soldiers suddenly felt a powerful force binding them tightly, as if a pair of invisible giant hands were strangling their throats.
Their bodies were torn apart by this force, and they screamed in pain.
There was fear and despair on their faces, and there was disbelief in their eyes, as they couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.
Under this powerful force, large numbers of tribal warriors began to die.
Some soldiers were instantly frozen into ice sculptures, their bodies covered in a thick layer of frost, and time froze them at that moment.
Their faces still retained expressions of fear and despair, and there was a sense of unwillingness in their eyes.
Their bodies were frozen stiff and they had lost their breath of life.
Some warriors were instantly burned to ashes, their bodies turned into ashes in the flames, and even their souls were devoured by this power.
Their screams still echoed in the air, but their bodies were no longer there, only a pile of ash drifting away in the wind.
The battlefield was a tragic scene.
Under this powerful force, the warriors of the tribe fell down one after another like fallen leaves in autumn.
Their blood dyed the ground red, and broken limbs were scattered everywhere.
The entire battlefield was shrouded in a bloody and terrifying atmosphere, and even the sky and the earth changed color.
Han Shaoyun was still standing in the center of the battlefield, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
He slowly lowered his hands, his eyes showing calmness and composure, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
His body exuded a powerful aura, which was like a substance, seeping out from every pore of his body and permeating the air around him.
Under this powerful force, the warriors of the eight tribes have lost the ability to resist.
There was pain and despair on their faces, and a look of unwillingness in their eyes.
Their bodies were torn apart by this force, and they screamed in pain.
On this battlefield shrouded in the flames of war and the breath of death, Han Shaoyun was like a high and mighty god, overlooking everything.
At this moment, the entire world seemed to be shaken by an invisible force, and every molecule in the air was trembling.
Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the sky, like the roar of God, or the horn of the end of the world.
The voice was low and terrifying, with a chilling majesty that made people's hearts beat wildly involuntarily.
Then, a terrifying crack instantly tore open in the sky, as if the crack was torn open by an invisible force.
The surrounding air was torn and distorted, as if a huge wound had been cut into the entire sky.
A suffocating dark aura surged out from the crack, as if it was a terrifying force coming from another world.
Immediately afterwards, a ferocious white snake flew out from the crack little by little.
The huge body of this white snake covered the sky, as if blocking out the entire sky.
Its body is like a huge mountain, and its scales sparkle with a cold light, as if they are made of the hardest diamonds.
Its eyes were like two burning flames, flashing with terrifying flames and anger. There was an endless murderous intent and anger in its eyes, as if it wanted to devour the entire world.
It is the god believed in by the eight tribes - the Snake King!
Its appearance seemed to change the color of the entire world, and the surrounding air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.
The huge body of the Snake King circled in the air, making a deafening roar. The sound was like a landslide, as if it would shatter the entire Snake King Island.
Its gaze swept across the battlefield, and when it saw its believers being slaughtered, its eyes, already filled with anger, became even more ferocious.
Although the Snake King did not care about these believers who were like slaves to him, he cared about the power of faith these followers provided him.
The power of faith is an important source for the Snake King to maintain his own strength. Once his believers suffer heavy casualties, his power of faith will plummet.
This is absolutely intolerable for the Snake King, because it not only represents the weakening of its power, but also represents the shaking of its status in the hearts of all living beings.
The snake king's anger was like a volcanic eruption. Its huge body trembled slightly in the air, as if suppressing endless anger.
Suddenly, a divine fire burst out of the snake king's mouth.
The divine fire was like a blazing torrent, instantly igniting the surrounding air and making a deafening roar.
The temperature of the divine fire was extremely high, as if it could burn everything. The surrounding air was distorted by the heat, as if it was about to be torn apart.
The Netherworld soldiers who were originally difficult to kill were instantly ignited by the attack of this divine fire. Their bodies burned in the divine fire, and they let out shrill screams. Finally, they turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind.
The entire battlefield was shrouded in the light of this divine fire, as if it were trapped in a sea of fire.
When Han Shaoyun saw this scene, his eyes instantly became cold and sharp, as if two rays of cold light shot out from his eyes.
As the Lord of Hell, how could he tolerate his men being destroyed so easily?
A powerful force suddenly burst out from his body. This force surged like a tide and instantly enveloped his body.
In his hand, he tightly grasped a huge sword, which was flashing with a faint light, as if it contained endless murderous intent.
Han Shaoyun's figure was like a black lightning, rushing towards the Snake King in an instant.
Waves of terrifying hellish power emanated from Han Shaoyun's body. This power was like a dark torrent, instantly dyeing the surrounding air pitch black.