Zhan Shen: Mental illness? Please call me the God of Mystery!

Poseidon clenched the trident, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Humph, these ants dared to challenge the majesty of the gods, they must pay a painful price."

Dionysus laughed crazily: "Hahaha, interesting, too interesting! This game has just begun."

After a slight adjustment, the divine power around Poseidon, Hades and Dionysus began to rise wildly.

The trident in Poseidon's hand flashed with more dazzling blue lightning. Under his control, the sea water was no longer just a simple huge wave, but turned into a turbulent ocean, covering the entire battlefield.

Each wave was wrapped with a huge impact force, as if it could crush everything in the world into powder.

"Little human beings, today is the end of Daxia!"

Poseidon roared, and his voice echoed over the sea, shaking everyone's eardrums.

Hades' breath became colder and colder. On the sickle in his hand, the black light flowed like ink and continued to spread.

Wherever he passed, the space seemed to be corroded, and tiny cracks appeared.

In those cracks, there were faint groans of pain, as if the wronged souls from the depths of the underworld were crying.

"The shadow of death will soon cover everything, and you will all become nothingness under my sickle." Hades' voice was low and gloomy, which made people shudder.

Dionysus fell into an even more crazy state. At the top of his staff, the purple liquid in the wine glass was like boiling magma, constantly overflowing.

"Hahahaha, even crazier!" Dionysus laughed, and his laughter was full of madness and destruction.

As everyone looked at the increasingly powerful power of the three gods, their worries instantly surged like a tide.

Zuo Qing frowned, his eyes full of worry: "The power of the three gods is constantly increasing. They just passed through this altar, and it seems that they have not yet recovered to their prime..."

Zhou Ping clenched the long sword in his hand, although he was full of anxiety, because their night watchmen did not have the strength to protect Daxia at the moment.

The current breathing opportunity is entirely due to the Astrology Society!

The wrinkles on Master Chen's face became deeper because of worry: "Although the Astrology Society is powerful, can it continue to support us in the face of such a force..."

The members of the Phoenix Team and the Mask Team also felt unprecedented pressure.

They looked at each other and saw tension and anxiety in each other's eyes.

"I'm afraid this battle will be more difficult than we imagined." Kong Shang whispered.

The vortex held the long sword tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged: "No matter how difficult it is, we must fight to the end."

The members of Team 136 were also shrouded in the tense atmosphere again.

Hongying's face turned pale, and she tightly grasped Si Xiaonan's hand: "Xiaonan, Daxia..."

Si Xiaonan gently patted Hongying's hand, trying to comfort her: "Don't worry, Su Yi said so."

Lin Qiye stood aside, his eyes fixed on the three gods, constantly thinking about how to deal with it.

The power of the three gods is too strong, and it is difficult to compete with them with our current strength.

We can only hope in the Astrology Society. "

Lin Qiye thought to himself.

In the Ancient God Church, Qianmo and Yuehuai looked at the increasing power of the three gods, and smiled proudly on their faces.

"This time Daxia is completely over." Qianmo said with a big laugh.

Yuehuai nodded slightly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes: "Wait until the three gods destroy Daxia, and then we will seek benefits from it. "

Just when everyone was in a desperate situation, a strong and suffocating breath suddenly came from the fog at the edge of the battlefield.

This breath seemed to be a mysterious force from the depths of the universe, with an endless sense of oppression.

In the fog, first a mysterious rune light flashed, and then a black breath surged out like a surging tide, interweaving with the rune light.

Wherever this breath went, the fog seemed to be given life, constantly rolling and twisting.

The temperature around also dropped suddenly, as if entering an ice cellar, and everyone felt that breathing became difficult.

"What is this breath?" Hades' face changed slightly, he felt an unprecedented threat.

Poseidon and Dionysus also looked at the fog vigilantly, their eyes full of fear.

"Astrology Society, Fool Faction, Ancient Scholars. "

A voice came from the fog, the voice was low and majestic, as if it came from the depths of history.

"Astrology Society, Death Faction, Ferryman." Then, another voice sounded, with endless coldness and death in the voice, which made people shudder.

As the voice fell,A group of people walked out slowly.

The one walking in front was the ferryman, who was wearing a black robe with silver skull patterns embroidered on it. Those skulls seemed to have life, flashing strange light on the robe.

He wore a silver mask on his face, with mysterious runes engraved on it, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, which seemed to contain endless power of death.

Next to the ferryman, there were six people dressed differently.

The corpse collector wore a worn-out black windbreaker, which was stained with blood. He held a huge shovel in his hand, which exuded a foul smell.

"Death faction, corpse collector, battlefield sweeper, pioneer of death." The corpse collector said in a low voice, and every word seemed to carry a heavy breath of death.

The gravedigger wore a gray robe with black grave patterns embroidered on it. He had a bunch of rusty keys hanging around his waist, and the keys made a crisp sound with every step he took.

"Gravedigger, dig a home for the dead and open the door to the underworld."

The gravedigger's voice was hoarse and mysterious, as if it came from the grave.

The psychic wore a white robe with a faint blue light flashing on it. He held a crystal ball in his hand, and mysterious pictures kept flashing in the crystal ball.

"Psychic, communicate yin and yang, listen to the whispers of the soul."

The psychic said softly, with a hint of emptiness in his voice.

The necromancer wore a purple robe with golden runes embroidered on it. He held a black book in his hand, and the book exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

"Necromancer, control the power of the dead and dominate the mystery of life and death."

The necromancer said in a cold tone, and his eyes revealed his control over the power of death.

The gatekeeper wore a black armor with mysterious symbols engraved on it. He held a huge sickle in his hand, and the sickle flashed with cold light.

"Gatekeeper!"

"Guard the gate of death, don't let the living enter easily, don't let the dead leave at will."