From one person to nine to five

Chapter 607 Yama (7)

Following Yama's spell, the Netherworld Court began to change. Countless cracks appeared on the ground, from which thick black fog poured out, and the entire space began to distort.

In the black fog, there seemed to be countless hands waving and countless faces wailing, and the entire Netherworld seemed to have turned into a living hell.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure. He knew that this was Yama's final counterattack and also the most powerful attack.

He gripped his spear tightly, ready to meet this final challenge.

At this moment, from the center of Yama's magic circle, a faint blue light shot up into the sky and formed a huge pillar of light.

In the beam of light, a huge black shadow slowly emerged; its shape was unclear, but the aura it exuded made the entire Netherworld Garden tremble.

"This is..." A trace of shock flashed in Xu Fu's eyes. He could feel the powerful force of this black shadow, a force that even surpassed the previous Hand of Hell.

"Yes, this is the Lord of the Netherworld I summoned. It will be my final trump card." There was a hint of madness in Yan Mo's voice, "Xu Fu, are you ready to meet your end?"

Xu Fu took a deep breath, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. "Yan Mo, no matter what you summon, I will destroy it one by one."

As he spoke, Xu Fu swung his long spear again, and the White Dragon Spear technique in his hands reached an unprecedented level.

The light on the spear became brighter, and every time it was swung it brought with it a purifying force, pointing directly at the dark shadow in the dark blue light column.

The battle started again, and the contest between Xu Fu and the Lord of the Netherworld became the final battle of this battle. Xu Fu's long spear and the power of the Lord of the Netherworld intertwined in the air, and every confrontation brought a force that shook the world.

Yan Mo was controlling the Lord of the Netherworld, with a hideous smile on his face. "Xu Fu, although you are powerful, you will eventually lose to my Lord of the Netherworld!"

As the battle progressed, the black fog in the Nether Courtyard grew thicker, as if even the light was swallowed up.

Although Xu Fu's White Dragon Spear Skills were extremely exquisite, he felt tremendous pressure every time he fought against the Lord of the Netherworld, who had almost limitless power. He knew that he would never win if he fought with strength alone.

After a fierce collision, Xu Fu retreated quickly, and he needed to find a new strategy. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to find a trace of clarity in the chaotic battlefield.

Suddenly, he thought of a possible flaw - although Yama's spell was powerful, summoning the Lord of the Underworld would surely consume a huge amount of energy, and Yama's own power would inevitably be weakened.

Xu Fu opened his eyes, and his gaze became as sharp as a knife. He no longer attacked blindly, but began to look for the position of Yama, ready to launch a fatal blow.

However, Yama seemed to realize this, and he began to manipulate the Lord of the Underworld more frantically, trying to draw Xu Fu's attention back to the battle.

But Xu Fu was unmoved, he already had a plan in mind. He began to draw complex spells in the air with his long spear. These spells were the essence of his years of practice and contained powerful purification power.

As the spell was completed, the black fog in the Nether Courtyard began to slowly dissipate, and the power of the Lord of the Nether was suppressed.

Seeing this, Yan Mo's face changed drastically. He didn't expect Xu Fu to find a chance to fight back in this situation. He began to chant the spell more frantically, trying to strengthen the power of the Lord of the Underworld, but Xu Fu had already found an opportunity.

After a clever dodge, Xu Fu suddenly turned around, and his long spear streaked across the night sky like a meteor, pointing directly at the location where Yama was.

Yan Mo was panicked. He didn't expect Xu Fu could find his weakness in such a short time.

Every clash in battle was like a roar between heaven and earth. The power of Xu Fu and the Lord of the Underworld collided in the air, bursting out with dazzling light.

Xu Fu's long spear drew out white tracks, like the brightest stars in the sky. Every swing brought with it an irresistible power of purification, trying to touch the vague and huge body of the Lord of the Underworld.

The power of the Lord of the Underworld is like an undercurrent surging in the deep sea. It seems invisible, but it has the potential to destroy everything.

Under the cover of the dark blue light column, the outline of the black shadow twisted and changed, sometimes turning into a giant beast, sometimes turning into a huge figure. Each change was accompanied by endless wails and roars, bringing a suffocating sense of oppression.

Xu Fu gradually fell into a difficult battle. The power of the Lord of the Underworld seemed endless, and each attack was stronger than the previous one.

Although Xu Fu's long spear was sharp, facing such a powerful enemy, every attack he made seemed a little powerless. He had to concentrate more and look for the Lord of the Netherworld's weakness.

After a fierce battle, Xu Fu suddenly felt a slight inconsistency in the power of the Lord of the Underworld. He keenly realized that although this power was strong, it did not seem to be completely under the control of Yama.

A flash of inspiration came to Xu Fu's mind, and he decided to take advantage of it to launch a more precise attack.

He began to perform more complex moves in the battle, and his long spear drew mysterious shapes in the air. These shapes were like ancient talismans, containing the mysteries of heaven and earth.

As these spells were completed, the movements of the Nether Lord began to become slower and its power was no longer as focused.

When Yan Mo saw this, he was shocked. He didn't expect Xu Fu to be able to display such potential in battle.

He began to chant the spell more frantically, trying to strengthen the power of the Lord of the Underworld, but Xu Fu had found a countermeasure. He no longer fought the Lord of the Underworld head-on, but began to use the speed and flexibility of the long spear to engage in guerrilla warfare.

Each of Xu Fu's attacks was extremely precise. He no longer confronted the power of the Lord of the Underworld head-on, but attacked from the side and behind.

The long spear was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the dark shadow of the Lord of the Underworld. Every attack made the Lord of the Underworld's movements slower.

As time passed, the power of the Lord of the Underworld began to gradually weaken, while Xu Fu's offensive became more and more fierce.

His movements became faster and faster, and every swing of the spear was like a thunderbolt. The shadow of the Lord of the Underworld began to become unstable, and its power began to dissipate.

As the Lord of the Netherworld dissipated, Xu Fu's eyes flashed with a hint of vigilance. He knew that the battle was far from over. Yama, as the ruler of the Netherworld Court, would never give up easily.

Sure enough, a sly smile appeared on Yan Mo's face. She knew that the real battle had just begun.

Yan Mo slowly stretched out her hands, and her fingertips began to condense into groups of deep darkness. These darknesses slowly spun around her like living things, gradually forming a pair of huge shadow wings.

The pair of wings has a wide span, covering the entire sky above the Netherworld Courtyard. They not only block out the sunlight, but also bring a suffocating sense of oppression.

The wings of shadow fluttered gently, and each flap was accompanied by the distortion of space and the fluctuation of time. Xu Fu felt an unprecedented crisis. He knew that this move of Yan Mo must be one of her most powerful secret techniques.

Xu Fu did not dare to be careless at all. He held the long spear tightly and observed Yama's every move with full concentration.

He knew that facing such an opponent, any negligence could lead to fatal consequences.

Yama's shadow wings suddenly flapped faster, and powerful storms formed in the Nether Courtyard. In the storm, countless shadows attacked Xu Fu like sharp blades.

Xu Fu moved quickly, waving his long spear, forming a series of defensive light curtains to block the attacks of these shadows.

However, the power of the shadow wings far exceeded Xu Fu's expectations. These shadows were not only extremely sharp, but also contained a strange power that could erode Xu Fu's defenses and even affect his mind.

Xu Fu felt his will beginning to waver, and waves of uneasiness and fear surged in his heart.

Seeing this, Yan Mo's smile deepened. She knew that the power of the Shadow Wings had begun to take effect.

She began to cast spells more frantically, and the power of the Shadow Wings grew stronger and stronger, until the entire Nether Courtyard was enveloped by this force.

Xu Fu knew that he had to find a way to crack it as soon as possible. He began to silently recite the ancient purification spell in his heart, trying to fight against the erosion of Shadow Wings with the power of his mind.

At the same time, he was constantly swinging his long spear, each swing bringing a brighter light, trying to break the blockade of the Shadow Wings.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and every confrontation between Xu Fu and Yan Mo was full of variables. Xu Fu's long spear and Yan Mo's shadow wings intertwined in the air, forming a series of shocking pictures.

Every confrontation made the space of the Netherworld Courtyard tremble, and every collision made time freeze.

Xu Fu's heart was full of determination. He knew that no matter how powerful the opponent was, he could not give up. He had to persist until he found the way to victory.

Yan Mo was also constantly exerting her power, trying to defeat Xu Fu completely. Xu Fu gradually adapted to the oppression brought by the Shadow Wings.

He began to use the spear more flexibly, and each swing accurately hit the weak spot of Shadow Wing. His movements became faster and faster, and each attack was accompanied by a crisp metal collision sound, which was the echo of the collision between the spear and the shadow blade.

Although Yama's shadow wings were powerful, they began to show flaws under Xu Fu's continuous attacks.

Xu Fu noticed that every time the Shadow Wings flapped, there would be a moment of pause. That was the moment of power conversion and the best time to attack.

Xu Fu began to take advantage of this flaw. His long spear was like a flexible white dragon, weaving through the gaps in the shadow blades and pointing directly at Yama's body.

Yama felt the change in Xu Fu, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she flapped her shadow wings more frantically, trying to suppress Xu Fu with a more violent attack.

However, Xu Fu had found the rhythm of the battle. His long spear danced in the storm of shadow blades, like a dancer dancing in the wind.

Not only did he cleverly avoid the attacks of the Shadow Blade, but he was also able to deal a heavy blow to Yama at the critical moment.

In the battle, Xu Fu seemed to be a god of war, and each of his attacks was full of power and wisdom. His eyes were firm, and there was no fear in his heart, only the desire for victory.

He knew that only by constantly attacking and looking for opportunities could he ultimately defeat Yama.

Yama was not to be outdone, her shadow wings became more violent, and every flap brought destructive power. She began to cast more complex spells, trying to attack Xu Fu in a more bizarre way.

From the wings of shadow, dark tentacles stretched out from time to time, trying to wrap around Xu Fu's body and hinder his movements.

But Xu Fu was not trapped by these tentacles. As he waved his long spear, rays of light appeared, which cut off the dark tentacles one by one like a sharp sword. His movements were full of power and beauty, and every swing was amazing.

Yama's shadow wings gradually changed under her spell. They were no longer simple wing shapes, but turned into countless hideous tentacles.

These tentacles stretched out from the shadows. Their lengths and thicknesses varied, some as thin as silk threads, and some as thick as pythons. They danced in the air, forming a terrifying dark forest.

The surface of the tentacles was covered with a slippery black substance that gleamed ominously in the dim light of the Netherworld.

Each tentacle had a sharp claw at the end, which was like the scythe of the god of death, sharp and deadly. When the tentacles were waving in the air, they made a creepy hissing sound, like a whisper from hell.

These tentacles are not only horrible in appearance, but also extremely aggressive and adaptable. They can change direction flexibly and attack Xu Fu at lightning speed.

When attacking, the tentacles would suddenly accelerate, like black lightning, pointing directly at Xu Fu's vital points.

When Xu Fu faced these tentacles, there was no fear in his eyes, only calmness and determination.

He knew that although these tentacles looked ferocious, they were also part of Yama's power. As long as he found the right method, he would be able to break Yama's attack.

Xu Fu began to use his long spear to conduct more sophisticated defense and counterattacks. His long spear drew arcs in the air, and each swing hit the tentacles' weak points just right.

The tip of the long spear left deep marks on the tentacles, and every contact caused the tentacles to twist in pain.

At the same time, Xu Fu also began to take advantage of the environment of the Netherworld Courtyard. He skillfully guided his tentacles to attack the surrounding rocks and trees, making these natural forces his allies.

Rocks crumbled under the impact of the tentacles and trees broke as they were entangled by the tentacles, but this destruction also weakened the tentacles' power.

Seeing this, Yan Mo showed an angry expression on her face. She increased the strength of the spell, and the tentacles became more violent, and their attacks became more intensive and fierce.

The tentacles intertwined in the air to form black nets, trying to trap Xu Fu inside.

But Xu Fu was not trapped by these tentacles. His figure was like a ghost, shuttling between the gaps between the tentacles, and his long spear was like a flexible white dragon, constantly looking for the weaknesses of the tentacles.

Every attack was extremely precise, and every counterattack thwarted the tentacle's offensive.

(End of this chapter)