Unparalleled Martial God

The four emperors also attacked together. With the combined power of four people, they created a giant golden dragon. The violent wind blew up the entire hall, causing cries of alarm to ring out. The women who were serving them all ran away in panic.    

Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!    

The Golden Roc transformed into its original form, and the feathers of the enormous Golden Roc that was a thousand feet large shot down swiftly like numerous golden celestial swords.    

Boom!    

Leonis erupted with the secret technique of the lion clan. The Lion's Roar was like a gigantic divine sword that was about to behead the lion.    

The Three-eyed King opened his third eye. Tiger King's killing intent soared to the sky.    

On the other side, Si Haoran and the others' attacks were even more terrifying, perhaps because they had entered the Eastern Wasteland from the East Continent, but the restrictive power of the world on this side was too small. When they attacked, they either lifted up a mountain, or picked up the sun, moon, stars, and lakes as weapons and attacked.    

That kind of attack was as if the sun and moon had appeared together. Mountains and rivers, lakes, and rivers all moved at the same time, covering the entire sky and covering the earth. Even the void was trembling, as if it was about to crack open. Clearly, the upper limit of the Eastern Wastelands had been exceeded.    

Jun Tianheng, Jun Tianyou, the Four Great Emperors and the various Monarchs of the Demon race were all terrified when they saw this scene. At this moment, their reverence for these people of the Eastern Continent grew even greater, and they became even more despicable.    

The many attacks caused the world to change colors. The entire island began to tremble, and even began to crack.    

Chu Yang's expression slightly changed, such an attack also made him scared. The East Continent was truly different from the Eastern Wastelands. The disparity between the East Continent and the Eastern Wastelands was too great.    

On this point, the more he understood, the more urgent it became for him to go to the East Continent.    

But first, he had to solve the problem at hand.    

"Those who believe in me have no end of joy. Those who don't believe in me have no end of pain …" Without a second thought, Chu Yang activated his demonic martial spirit.    

Under the activation of the Demon Martial Spirit, he formed a faint portal behind him. When this portal's billowing demon energy rushed out, it was like a black hole, and a whirlpool appeared. An endless aura of evil, destruction, extremes, and death appeared.    

This door was the door to hell. It was the door to an extremely happy hell.    

As soon as it appeared, heaven and earth suddenly became silent. The overwhelming attacks turned into doomsday for the world. However, in front of this door, it suddenly turned into several buzzing mosquitoes.    

Under the protection of the Gates of Hell, all the attacks could not hurt Chu Yang in the slightest, they were all completely swallowed by the Gates of Hell.    

"This …"    

Si Haoran and the rest were all stunned.    

"Those who believe in me have no end of joy. Those who don't believe in me have no end of pain …"    

In that split-second when they were stunned, Chu Yang released another wave of demon notes. The demon notes penetrated their brain, wanting to demonize them and control their minds.    

Under the Magic Martial Spirit's dominant attack, everything was no longer under Chu Yang's control. He suddenly felt a weapon appear in his hand, a blood-red weapon.    

This was a scythe, a scythe with a long hilt. The scythe was blood-red in color. It was formed from spirit energy, but it carried with it weapons that reaped lives and souls.    

"Sickle of the God of Death!"    

"How is this possible? How can the Sickle of the God of Death appear in this world!"    

"Even in the Eastern Wastelands, this should not be possible!"    

Chu Yang held the Sickle of the God of Death in his hands, and did not move at all. Si Haoran and the others felt their heads being chopped off, their souls trembling, almost losing the courage to fight back.    

"In the name of the Lord, harvest lives and souls!"    

At this moment, even though Chu Yang's tone was still that of a bully, Si Haoran and the others could not hear him at all. They all felt that this was the language of hell.    

Swish!    

The Demon Qi was rolling in the air and was giving off a dense murderous aura. The bloody scythe which was shrouded by the dead qi was flying out, drawing a bloody line in the air.    

This was the arc of death, and also the arc of harvest.    

"Ah!    

Chu Yang's slash caused both Jun Tianheng and Jun Tianyou's flesh and blood to instantly dry up. On the other hand, the scythe of the Grim Reaper had two pieces of flesh and two souls.    

The Sickle of the God of Death reaped the lives and souls of living creatures, just like how a farmer reaped rice.    

The first thing Chu Yang wanted to do was to kill Jun Tianheng and Jun Tianyou, so that they would have an explanation for the souls of millions of people. He had to do it, and it had been a long time.    

At this moment, he had finally fulfilled his promise.    

He did not break his promise to the undead. Suddenly, he felt relieved. Even if there were more unforeseen events today, this matter would still be completed.    

Chu Yang was confident that he could take care of everything, but he also believed that Si Haoran and the others had more tricks up their sleeves.    

This was his last battle in the Eastern Wasteland.