The faint darkness flickered slightly, and the whole world seemed to be quiet at this moment.
The endless joy and sorrow wrapped around his arms also stopped in an instant.
It seemed like a second, and it seemed like an hour.
The underworld in the sky landed on it with huge arms, slowly blowing out a black breeze.
Wherever the breeze passes, everything is falling apart.
The largest arm turned directly into fly ash, causing a chain reaction and blowing away towards the dark crack in the sky.
In the huge crack in the sky, a trace of fear appeared in the eyes of the owner of the arm.
"Impossible, the wind of the underworld," the terrifying fluctuations in consciousness conveyed its fear.
At this time, the breeze blowing from the underworld swept around in a mighty manner.
This breeze carries a faint darkness and is silent, and you can't even feel the fluctuations of reason.
Only a pure black breeze swept by.
But its power was so shocking that even the outer circle of the central city was affected.
It was blown into flying ash by the breeze and filled the sky.
Everything dissipated under the breeze, affecting everything within a hundred miles.
The heads of the monsters flying in the sky and charging towards the central city were all blown away by the breeze.
In the next moment, they turned into ashes, along with their souls.
The charging Netherworld monsters on the ground had no second fate, and all of them were reduced to nothing in the breeze.
In the huge black crack in the sky, an ancient and mysterious language sounded.
Along with this language, a strange aura filled the dark cracks.
It seemed to be some kind of extremely evil aura, and a blood-colored river rushed out from the crack, shrouding the sky toward the breeze.
The mysterious creature in the dark crack moved away quickly, as if it was escaping.
A bloody river slowly fell.
The majestic river of blood collided with the breeze blowing from the illusion of Hades.
There was no sound and no light, these two things that seemed to come from the underworld collided together.
Everything is falling apart, nothing can withstand the collision of these two natural phenomena.
There is no fluctuation of energy, no fluctuation of matter, and there is not even any fluctuation of reason.
They just collided in this way, which naturally triggered a chain reaction of disasters.
In Zhuang Wuming's sight, he just saw that everything was turning into darkness.
The sky seemed to disappear completely, and space seemed to cease to exist.
In the darkness there is only the red river of blood, the underworld roulette and the endless reincarnations, which seems to be the world of the underworld.
The two forms are so conspicuous in this endless darkness.
As time passed by, wisps of black breeze blew out of the underworld.
The blood river in the sky is constantly evaporating and melting under the breeze.
I don’t know how long has passed, maybe a second, maybe countless years.
The river of blood finally melted away under the breeze.
There is no more water flowing out of the source of the Blood River.
It seemed that Zhuang Wuming won the final victory in this game.
However, the reason for his victory is probably because the blood river no longer has the support of its source.
At this time, the breeze blown by the illusion of the underworld has swept up and sucked the largest black crack into it.
Everything is collapsing, and the cracks in space are being erased.
Zhuang Wuming didn't know how much time had passed. When the illusion of the underworld slowly disappeared, there was only darkness in the sky.
This darkness seems to never dissipate, it is a complete void that cannot be described in words.
At this time, Shikodi's voice sounded, "Mr. Zhuang, the forbidden technique was finally interrupted, and my mother and all the tribesmen cannot recover now."
Shikodi, who looked sad, let out a sad cry in the mysterious room.
With a wave of his hand, the cards in the mysterious room glowed faintly.
Shikodi appeared next to Zhuang Wuming.
As soon as she appeared, she walked towards the statue of Queen Katerina.
At this time, the ground of the central square had turned into ruins.
However, these statues, like the Gates of the Underworld, float slowly.
Shikodi stood in front of the statue of Queen Katerina and stretched out her hands tremblingly.
She hugged Queen Katerina's waist and buried her little head into Queen Katerina's cold belly.
At this time, there is a female statue, a little girl, and a scene of ruins, like an oil painting.
There was no sound in the world of deathly silence, and all the monsters around the central city had been destroyed in the chaos just now.
"Woooooooo..."
"Mom, I'm back."
"I'm back with Mr. Zhuang, he can save us."
"I miss you so much...wuwuwu..."
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The little girl's cries and narration are filled with longing for her mother.
And the fear of being alone outside, facing everything alone, and the fear of the unknown.
Zhuang Wuming just looked at her quietly, waiting for her crying to gradually subside.
"Is there anything you can do to revive her now?"
"Generally speaking, the monsters in the Underworld have disappeared, and the crisis in the First Empire has been temporarily lifted."
"Now as long as your mother can wake up, your crisis will be resolved."
Hearing this, Shikodi rubbed her eyes which were red from crying.
"In the end, the forbidden spell was broken, and I couldn't make my mother return to her original appearance."
"I must retrieve the psychic scepter and return it to my mother's hands."
"Only can I cast the spell that stops the final forbidden spell."
"At that time, the remaining tribesmen will be able to wake up again."
"Is that so? That means we have to go to the underworld."
"Yes, Mr. Zhuang Wuming."
Zhuang Wuming frowned, he was lost in thought.
"The Gate of the Underworld doesn't seem to be accessible at will."
"Do you know how to let me enter the underworld?"
"We psychics can communicate with the underworld and allow souls to enter the underworld, but it is not limited to our own souls."
"We can also let other races, through the power of our psychic race, let their souls enter the underworld."
"But we have to make some preparations."
When Zhuang Wuming heard that Shikoti said that he could let other people's souls enter the underworld, his face showed a hint of joy.
"What preparations do we need to make?"
"That requires a lot of material as a basis."
"Mr. Zhuang Wuming, first I need to protect this place."
"Only this ultimate weapon can protect the safety here."
There was a trace of worry on Shikodi's face as she looked at the statues in the central city.
"Don't worry, I have no intention of taking this weapon away."