Come On, Son! You Got to Breakthrough Now!

On his exceptionally strong body, new wounds kept appearing, deep enough to see the bone, and the strange powers left scars, trying to hinder healing.

But at the same time, old injuries continued to heal, scab, and peel off at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of the power of the Underworld, recovering as before.

For in the depths of his consciousness, he bears the projection of the entire Netherworld, as the Lord of the Underworld.

As long as the Underworld is not destroyed, there will be a continuous and extremely pure Netherworld Power emerging from the depths of the void.

Like an inexhaustible spring, it replenishes the consumption caused by Gu Qingfeng's fierce battle, repairing his damaged body and Divine Soul.

Therefore.

Even though such intense battle has gone on for a hundred years, the aura radiating from Gu Qingfeng and the strength he exhibits show no signs of diminishing.

On the contrary, because of the continuous battle, his mastery and application of his own power and the Netherworld Path become more skillful and fierce.

In contrast, the Heavenly Demon Divine Master and other powerful beings become more and more startled the more they fight, a chill involuntarily rising in their hearts.

A hundred years of bloody battles.

The thirteen Divine Lords are not having a good time either.

They are not the Lord of the Underworld and do not have such almost endless recovery capabilities.

The continuous century-long outburst is also a tremendous burden for them.

Now, each Divine Lord has injuries, light or heavy, and their aura has significantly weakened compared to the beginning.

Looking at Gu Qingfeng, his strength shows no sign of weakening, on the contrary, he becomes braver as the battle progresses.

This bizarre and terrifying situation naturally causes them unprecedented shock and unease.

With such rise and fall, the balance of the battlefield is quietly tilting.

...

Time, in such a level of battle, seems to have lost its meaning.

Three hundred years!

Five hundred years!

A thousand years!

...

When this fierce siege war continued until three thousand years later.

Finally, one Divine Lord was the first to be unable to sustain.

A moment so subtle, a negligible lag in action due to an instant lack of power, directly revealed a fleeting fatal flaw in his defense system.

For Gu Qingfeng, who had waited for three thousand years, this flaw was more than sufficient.

His eyes sparkled with chilling light like a lightning bolt across a dead starry sky, seizing this fleeting opportunity.

He stepped forward, approaching the opponent in an almost teleportation-like manner.

On his right palm, the Netherworld Tao Laws were condensed to the extreme, transforming into a black seal that seemed to suppress the reincarnation of all heavens, disregarding the other Divine Lords' hasty interception, pressing down on that Divine Lord's head.

That Divine Lord's face instantly turned pale, hurriedly mobilizing all the remaining power within to resist.

But alas, he was already a spent force, showing signs of exhaustion.

"Bang!"

Gu Qingfeng's fierce and domineering palm, filled with pure power, directly shattered his arm inch by inch!

The unstoppable terrifying force continued, like breaking through decayed wood, fiercely blasting into the latter's ancient body.

"Crack—!"

The teeth-gritting sound of shattering erupted.

The Divine Lord's chest instantly caved in a large hole, and the internal organs inside were turned into powder in an instant under this palm.

This devastating blow caused the Divine Lord to suddenly open his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his expression filled with disbelief and extreme horror.

"Extinguish!"

But just when his Divine Soul wanted to escape from the remnant body, Gu Qingfeng's voice, cold without a trace of emotion like the judgment of death, sounded again.

The Yellow Springs Water, long poised and ready, suddenly submerged the void where this Divine Lord was located, leaving him no chance to breathe or escape.

The turbid river water swept, firmly dragging his broken body and the Divine Soul attempting to flee, into the unfathomable depths of the Yellow Springs.

The Heavenly Demon Divine Master and other Evil God Divine Lords were all shocked to the core at this scene.

They wanted to stop and rescue, but ultimately they were a step too slow, only able to watch as the opponent was swallowed by the dreadful Yellow Springs.