Dense gray clouds covered the entire area. The gray mist was cold and damp, sticking to Ji Hao's skin and drilling into his body like countless sticky tentacles. A strong death power mixed in the gray mist, corroding and decaying everything, ceaselessly transforming the life-force into the lifeless power of death.
Different from Netherworld Hierarch's Netherworld power, Netherworld power was more complicated and changeable. It contained the harshness of natural punishments, the quietness of death, and the changeable nature of the great Dao of reincarnation. Therefore, Netherworld power seemed to represent death, but in fact, it was like countless seeds buried in the ashes, which contained the hope of survival.
As for the man who walked out from behind Fan Hai, the gray mist released from his body represented pure death.
It was lifeless and hopeless. Once he died, he would be silent forever. It was a death that would make people feel despair from the bottom of their hearts. When the gray mist coiled around his body, Ji Hao sensed a sharp pain on his skin, as if his body was being cut by a knife. His body turned heavier than before, and he couldn't move easily.
The death power had been crazily corroding Ji Hao's body. Even the space around Ji Hao, time, and all tangible and intangible powers were being corroded. Everything was collapsing, and everything was dying. Even the concept of 'death' had been collapsing speedily, turning into something even worse.
Ji Hao's embryo of Dao vibrated. From the gray mist, countless voices seemed to be screaming, soundless, but 'audible' to Ji Hao. They were roaring, 'Die, die, die! Don't resist, don't resist, you'll never have hope!'
Ji Hao quivered slightly, then vomited a mouthful of blood.
Once the gemstone-like blood spurted out of his mouth, it immediately turned dim gray, then turned into a strand of gray ash, drifting to the ground. Ji Hao lowered his head and looked at the drifting ash. Such a tiny stream of ash landed on a towering mountain and generated a hoarse bang. Within a hundred-mile radius, the towering mountain was turned into ashes, as if it had been washed by the passage of time for tens of thousands of years, and was instantly eroded by the wind.
"Fan Gu!" Yemo Shayi gave a resonant growl and attempted to rush to the man who walked out from behind Fan Hai, leaving a blood-red beam of light in the sky.
"Yemo Shayi, where are you going?" Yemo Sha gave a resonant roar as well. He leaped into the sky, then his body suddenly disintegrated into a dense cloud of dark mist. Within a blink of an eye, the mist transformed into an enormous dark swirl, releasing a terrifying devouring power and firmly sealing Yemo Shayi. Once the fight started, Yemo Sha directly activated his Dark Sun bloodline power and launched his most powerful forbidden move.
Yemo Shayi gave a muffled snort. His body flashed across the air and disintegrated into a dense cloud of black mist as well, which then transformed into a black swirl, floating in the air. The two black whirlpools, each with a diameter of over a hundred miles, clashed and devoured each other. Occasionally, black thunderbolts would flash in the places where the two whirlpools came into contact with each other, and the surrounding space would shake violently, with countless large and small cracks appearing on it.
The distorted devouring power spread out in all directions. The rocks on the ground, big and small, were attracted by the devouring power. They floated up continuously and flew quickly towards the two black vortexes. The moment they came into contact with the vortexes, they were immediately torn into pieces.
Ji Hao solemnly looked at the man called Fan Gu by Yemo Shayi.
Wrapped in the gray mist, Fan Gu was wearing a gray cloak, gripping a long-handled scythe with both hands. His thin skin was sticking to his bones, making him look like a moving skeleton. This image reminded Ji Hao of the 'Grim Reaper' in the western myths of his previous life!
Fan Gu was much taller than Fan Hai. His gray skin was thickly covered in countless black spell symbols. Every single one of those spell symbols sounded like the screams of dying souls. His twisted face and extremely dilated facial features made Ji Hao feel uncomfortable just by looking at him.
"Fan Gu?" Ji Hao quickly recalled the records about powerful non-humankind beings that he read in the secret books of the Magi Palace.
Before, Ji Hao didn't have a high status and experience. Therefore, some core secret books of the Magi Palace wouldn't be opened to him. But during the flood, Ji Hao made countless contributions, and with Emperor Shun's power, he obtained quite a lot of secret books from the Magi Palace. Occasionally, when he had some free time, he would pick them up and read them.
Fan Gu was a power elder from the Nether Moon, the highest elder of Yu Dynasty. He was Emperor Shennong's sworn enemy!
Emperor Shennong had tasted all kinds of herbs and taught himself the art of healing. Shennong's power was full of life-force, and he could even bring the dead back to life. Shennong's power was the natural enemy of the Nether Moon. Fan Gu attempted to assassinate Shennong seven times, but was injured severely four times, and was nearly killed by Shennong three times.
Back then, Fan Gu was already a Sun and Moon stage powerful being, while Shennong was only a half-step Supreme Magus. Fan Gu was more powerful than Shennong in terms of cultivation, but he was utterly defeated by Shennong. Enraged, Fan Gu never showed up again after Shennong successfully merged with his spirit star and became a Supreme Magus.
"Human kid, it's been many years since I made a move myself." Fan Gu gave a creepy smile. Abruptly, he loosened his grip on the scythe and took out a crystal goblet with 'passion'. He poured a glass of red wine into the goblet, then flicked the fingers of his left hand and produced a pink rose out of thin air.
Gently sniffing the rose aroma, he picked up the goblet and took a sip of the wine. Then, he sighed and said, "I am tired of fighting and fighting. Wine, flowers, and beautiful girls are the essence of life!"
Fan Hai's wrinkled face twitched as he silently lowered his head.
The power of the Nether Moon was the pure power of death, and the Nether Moon was quite experienced in making all kinds of zombies and puppets. As an old man whose every pore was filled with 'death', how could he talk about the 'essence of life'?
Fan Hai hesitated. He felt that his face was burning. Fan Gu, this old man, was truly embarrassing him.
"Isn't the essence of life to challenge Shennong, then be beaten like a dead dog?" Ji Hao pulled out Pan Gu Dragon Mark and let out a poisonous tongue, then said, "I heard that one time, you were beaten so badly that only half of your skull was left. You barely managed to escape. It wasn't easy for you to grow back to such a huge size, was it? Or, did you possess someone else? "
The rose in Fan Gu's hand exploded into pieces, and the wine glass in his hand turned into ashes.
Fan Gu's skeleton-like face twisted instantly. He gripped the scythe with both hands and rubbed his palms against the hilt, causing a squeaking noise. He stared at Ji Hao in anger, with wisps of gray, cold mist puffing out of his nostrils.
"Shennong!" Fan Gu's long gray hair straightened up as he screamed hoarsely, "Shennong! Don't mention this bloody name in front of me! Ah, Shennong! Show your face! Come on, fight! Let me chop you into pieces! Shennong! Human Emperor Shennong! Show your face! Your herbs can bring the dead back to life! Come on, I'll chop this kid into pieces, then you can save him! "
While roaring, Fan Gu's scythe suddenly reached Ji Hao's head and swished down.
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