Mu Yu stood on the edge of that battle, his heart full of disbelief. He, an ordinary mortal, would actually face off against the feudal lord of the underworld, the king who had almost all the power of death. It was a battle of disparity, he knew, but he didn't back down.

The intensity of that battle is beyond words. Every time a weapon is wielded, every impact is like two torrents colliding with each other, and the concussion caused is enough to change the color of the heavens and the earth. Their battle became the core of the entire realm of the underworld, and that power continued to spread outward, like a huge volcano about to erupt.

The boundaries of the Underworld began to twist in their battle, and an unparalleled force poured out from the two of them, radiating wantonly, as if it was about to tear the entire Underworld apart. It was an indescribable feeling, as if the edge of the world was being broken by the two of them.

Then, that moment came. Their power broke through the shackles of the realm of the underworld and instantly detonated the entire realm. It was an unspeakable explosion that unleashed an uncontrollable storm of energy. The powerful energy wave spread in all directions, instantly pushing everyone into the distance.

The people on the battlefield of the gods were attracted by the explosion, and they were either shocked, wary, or terrified. They looked in that direction and knew that an unprecedented war was about to begin.

In the gloomy and solemn underworld, an atmosphere of solemnity swept like a storm. This is Clarke, the master of Valhalla, already gathering all his men and horses for a final showdown against those who dare to challenge his authority. His gaze was filled with cold determination, and his every movement showed incomparable determination and strength.

However, at this moment, his plans were disrupted. The soldiers and horses of the underworld, which were supposed to be under his command, were suddenly detonated by a powerful force, and the first batch of men and horses to arrive appeared on the battlefield like ghosts. They were numerous, dressed in black armor, their faces expressionless, only the cold light that flashed in their eyes showed their coldness.

In the center of the battlefield, Mu Yu stood there alone, his figure looking lonely and tough in the afterglow of the setting sun. He faced Clark's attack without flinching or fearing. His eyes were full of determination and courage, and his figure looked even more resilient in the setting sun.

Clark's centaurs quickly attacked him. Their swords were like the fingers of death, stabbing at Mu Yu. And Mu Yu was like a rock, standing there steadily and firmly, facing the imminent attack, he did not flinch, did not fear.

This is his battlefield, this is his battle. He wants to protect his people, he wants to protect his faith. He wants to gamble his life for a final showdown with Clark.

The god of water and the god of fire joined forces, as if the heavens and the earth were overturned, and the power of the raging waves converged into an unstoppable attack, rushing straight towards Mu Yu, who was alone. Their combined attack was like the fission of heaven and earth, and the flood and fire were intertwined with the power to destroy the world and the earth, and anyone would seem insignificant in front of this force.

The force of this attack was like a whirlpool of darkness, deep and vast, distorting the space around it. The raging flood poured out from the hands of the god of water, like a thousand horses galloping, mighty. Blazing flames erupted from the Vulcan God's palms, like a dragon roaring, blazing and furious. The power of the two elements collided together, causing an earth-shattering explosion in an instant.

A powerful force erupted, tearing apart the surrounding space in an instant, and the air trembled violently, as if it was wailing. The other gods in Valhalla trembled under this force, shocked by its might. However, at this critical moment, Mu Yu did not flinch. He straightened his back, his eyes shining with determination in the face of the devastating attack.

Ren Hua naturally would not let Mu Yu face such an attack alone. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly urged Zhenyuan, and his hands quickly sealed. With his movements, a powerful force poured out of his body, turning into a brilliant light that instantly illuminated the entire Valhalla. It was Nezha's primordial god, a spirit of war with endless power and wisdom.

Under the illumination of the light, Nezha's Yuan Shen appeared in front of Mu Yu out of thin air, blocking the attack from the joint attack of the water god and the fire god. Powerful forces collide together, sparking another earth-shattering battle. And in this battle, Nezha's Yuan Shen showed unparalleled power.

In the gloomy and grand forest, the god of the forest appears majestically and mysteriously. His countenance was as deep as the bark of an ancient tree, full of the traces of time and the majesty of nature. His eyes were like stars, shining with a deep light, and he seemed to be able to see all the secrets. His figure was tall and straight, like a thousand-year-old tree, standing above the earth.

He raised his arm, and with a flick of it, countless arrows flew out from all corners of the forest, as if summoned by him. Like green meteors, these arrows pierced the dark night sky and galloped towards their target, the entangled Mu Yu, with a fierce attack.

At the same time, the ghosts of the underworld also burst out of the deep underworld, their faces terrifying and distorted, as if they were the embodiment of death and fear. Wielding sharp weapons and letting out a creepy howl, they rushed towards the trapped Mu Yu. Their attacks poured in like a tidal wave, trying to swallow the rain in the endless darkness.

At this critical juncture, Mu Yu did not succumb to fear and despair. His eyes were firm and determined, and he knew full well that this was his test of progress toward the truth. He drew the sword at his waist and wielded it, facing the impending arrow and the onslaught of the demons with fearless courage.

The Ghost King of the Underworld coldly opened the realm "Ten Thousand Ghosts and Heavens". The dark sky instantly became as bright as day, and all the ghosts centered on him, slamming into Mu Yu's Heavenly Destiny Realm like a cosmic torrent.

Mu Yu, dressed in a white robe, stood alone in the center of the realm, surrounded by golden light, which was his Heavenly Destiny Realm. His eyes were firm, and the staff in his hand rose with a blazing true fire, and the light of the fire was like a bright light in the dark underworld, illuminating the path ahead.

The Ghost King sneered, and with a wave of his hands, the realm of ten thousand ghosts began to surge, as if it was about to tear the entire space apart. A powerful frost force erupted from his realm, colliding with Mu Yu's Sun True Fire.

The power of the sun's true fire and frost intertwined in the sky above the Destiny Realm into a beautiful picture, one red and one blue, like a contest between fire and ice. The two forces collided with each other, erupting with intense light and shaking fluctuations that made the entire dungeon tremble.

A one-on-two battle began. Although Mu Yu was at a disadvantage, he did not back down. With his firm faith and powerful mana, he manipulated the true fire of the sun to contend with the power of frost. Every collision of forces is like the sound of metal crashing, sharp and loud.

The light around Mu Yu's body became more and more intense, as if to illuminate the dark underworld. He gritted his teeth and persisted, doing his best to maintain the stability of the Heavenly Mandate Realm. The Ghost King's Ten Thousand Ghost Heavenly Realm was like a raging wind and waves in the night, constantly impacting Mu Yu's defense line.

Mu Yu is facing unprecedented challenges. The air around him was instantly torn apart by thunder and the fire of the sun, creating a breathtaking spectacle. His strength was fully overdrawn in the interweaving of these two forces, and his body swayed in the fiery and furious energy, as if it could be torn apart at any moment.

His body began to undergo a miraculous transformation, splitting into three, and three figures appeared. In the past, he had a calm face and deep eyes, which seemed to carry his past and memories; In the future, he has an illusory body, like a dream, revealing unknown information; Now he is in his body, with a vigorous posture and a firm gaze, representing his strength and determination at the moment.

The three figures erupted at the same time, and a powerful energy rushed towards Clark and the Ghost King of the Underworld. This energy was a mixture of the fury of thunder and the blazing heat of the sun's fire, forming an irresistible force. It tore through the air, lit up the world, and shrouded everything in a blazing light.

Clark looked incomparably small in the face of this force. His body trembled in the light, and every flicker made him feel an unspeakable pain. His defenses became useless in the face of Mu Yu's force, and he could only watch as that force approached him.

In the face of this force, the Ghost King of the Underworld also felt unprecedented pressure. His body twisted in the light, as if it could be torn apart by the force at any moment. He pushed forward as hard as he could, trying to dodge the force, but his body grew heavier and heavier, as if bound by invisible shackles.

Mu Yu's power exploded in full force, and his one-point three points showed amazing strength. His past and future bodies intertwine in the light, as if he has crossed the limits of time and space; Now he stood firmly in place, bearing the impact of this force. At this moment, Mu Yu has transcended the shackles of the world and turned into a real god.

Ren Hua stood on the battlefield, facing the attacks of the water god and the fire god, he showed incomparable courage and wisdom. His three heads and six arms are like the transformation of the thousand-armed Guanyin, and the seventy-two clones are like invisible legions, doing everything.

His three heads and six arms glittered in the sun, as if three mountains were dancing, and each hand held a kind of power, which was his faith and determination. His seventy-two doppelgangers were like seventy-two loyal warriors, scattered all over the battlefield, some fending off the attacks of the god of water, some resisting the heat of the god of fire, and they fought with all their might.

Every action of Ren Hua is a language, it is the oath of the brave and the pride of the warrior. He leaped in the air like an eagle with wings outstretched, and he swooped down to the ground like a tiger hunting. His figure shimmered in the sunlight, and each flicker seemed to announce his presence and power to the world.

The attacks of the water god and the fire god came like a tidal wave, but Ren Hua was not drowned. He used the power of three heads and six arms to dissolve the power of the water god into intangible; He used the wisdom of the seventy-two clones to direct the fiery heat of the god of fire to himself, and then bounced back with even greater power.

Ren Hua's movements became faster and faster, so fast that he could only see phantoms. His strength is getting stronger and stronger, so strong that even the heavens and the earth are shocked by it. His voice echoed in the air, it was the heroism and tenacity of a man, the melody of battle.

Ren Hua's battle with the god of water and the god of fire had entered an extreme state. Their forces collide with each other, eroding each other, but reinforcing each other. This battle has gone beyond a simple contest of strength, but also a test of courage, wisdom and faith.

Ren Hua's three heads, six arms, and seventy-two doppelgangers played a key role in this battle. His three heads and six arms can meet the attacks of the water god and the fire god at the same time, while the seventy-two clones can distract the enemy, giving Ren Hua a chance to deliver a fatal blow.

The attacks of the water god and the fire god became more and more violent, and they seemed to have understood Ren Hua's tactics. In order to break this situation, they began to switch tactics and attack from different angles. But Ren Hua is not an easy target to deal with. His three heads and six arms can quickly move to any position and block enemy attacks; And the seventy-two clones can cover each other, giving Ren Hua time to think and formulate new tactics.

This battle has been going on for a long time. Ren Hua's body had begun to get tired, but he knew he couldn't give up. His family, friends, and those who trusted him were waiting for him to win the battle.

Ren Hua took a deep breath and left the exhaustion and stress behind. He picked himself up again, and with his three heads, six arms, and seventy-two clones, he continued to meet the attacks of the water god and the fire god. He knows that only by persevering can he win.

Finally, in a strong attack, Ren Hua found an opportunity to break through. He used the strength of his three heads and six arms to block the water god's attack, while using his seventy-two clones to distract the fire god. Then he concentrated all his forces and delivered the fatal blow.

In the midst of the chaos of darkness, the god of darkness descended again. His body was like the embodiment of darkness, and the huge dark energy was like a wriggling abyss, exuding a powerful coercion, as if it was about to swallow the entire world. With the arrival of the god of darkness, the surrounding battlefield was instantly covered in darkness, as if night had fallen, boundless.

At this critical moment, Yang Xian's figure appeared. Dressed in armor and carrying a spear, he stood in the darkness like the dawn before dawn. There was a determined glint in his eyes, an abomination of darkness, an attachment to light. His momentum was like a rainbow, and his whole body exuded great power, as if he could shake the dark gods back.

Yang Xian's palm waved slightly, and the true body of Erlang God appeared. He was tall, majestic and dignified, and his eyebrows were full of wisdom and strength. His presence made the darkness around him seem deeper. However, Yang Xian was not afraid of this, but walked forward more resolutely.

The three-pointed two-edged knife of the Tianmu Realm burst out with a strong light in Yang Xian's hand. It was a legendary weapon, three sharp blades glittering in the darkness. The powerful power emanating from the blade instantly broke the darkness around it, causing the dark gods to be shocked.

Yang Xian clenched his grip on the three-pointed two-edged knife and rushed towards the God of Darkness. Their battle began. This is a contest between light and darkness, a contest between faith and perseverance. Yang Xian's figure shuttled through the darkness, and every swing of the knife brought up pieces of darkness. His strength is strong and tenacious, like the sun at dawn, no matter how deep the darkness is.

Their battle became more and more intense, and the world around them seemed to be shaken. With his unwavering faith and incomparable perseverance, Yang Xian launched a final charge against the Dark God. His figure slashed through the darkness with a dazzling light, and the three-pointed, two-edged knife stabbed straight into the heart of the dark god with unparalleled power.

At this decisive moment, Yang Xian's Tianmu Realm was fully opened. His eyes were like lamps, illuminating the darkness around him. He watched the incoming attack with fearless eyes, and the three-pointed, two-edged knife in his hand was also ready for the final attack.

"Boom!" With a loud bang that shook the sky, Yang Xian's three-pointed, two-edged knife came into contact with the Dark God. A powerful force erupted in an instant, dispelling all the darkness around it. Yang Xian's figure appeared in the light, his eyes firm and decisive. He succeeded in defeating the God of Darkness and protecting his world.

This battle showed everyone that no matter how deep the darkness is, as long as there is strong faith and great perseverance, it will be able to overcome the darkness. Yang Xian proved this with his actions, and his figure became the light in everyone's hearts.

At that moment, Mu Yu felt the threat of death. He was locked by Clark's cold muzzle, a gun, like a cold hunter in the dark, aimed at his heart. He tried to struggle, but his body seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, making it difficult to move even the most basic.

Suddenly, a wave of heat welled up inside him. It was his true fire, and it erupted from the depths of his heart, like a fiery whirlwind, spreading out in all directions. The firelight illuminated the dark corners and kept everyone's eyes open. However, this force did not push Clark back, but instead made him aim at Mu Yu more ruthlessly.

But at this moment, the Ghost King of the Underworld suddenly appeared above them. His body was like a mountain, and his huge fist smashed down like a meteor. This force instantly smashed the ground into a deep pit, and in the dust, Mu Yu's body was also shaken out.

Mu Yu rolled on the ground in pain, and he felt as if the bones in his body had been scattered. However, he also understands that this is his only chance to fight back. He endured the pain, gathered the remaining Sun True Fire, and rushed towards the Ghost King of the Underworld.

However, the Ghost King of the Underworld did not give Mu Yu a chance to fight back. He swung his huge fist again, and the terrifying power blasted towards Mu Yu again. In the face of this irresistible attack, Mu Yu's body cut an arc in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground.