"I am the wind..."
Fengshen let out a roar from the heart, but before his roar ended, the fists of Huihuo and Quinn had already landed, hitting Fengshen hard on the flesh.
Although this special form can grant the two Underworld fighters immense strength, its duration is limited; otherwise, it will lead to permanent wear and tear. If that occurs, it will become impossible.
"Coronal blast!"
"Blood flower knife scissors!"
"Dark Sun!"
"Blood Flower Hell!"
The small universes of Huihuo and Quinn blazed uncontrollably, fueled by their reckless determination. They didn't care about the toll it took on their small universes; their focus was solely on the relentless assault, reducing Fengshen to a rag doll under their might.
"Roar!"
"You worthless trash!"
"Enough!"
Fengshen raised one hand, summoning the radiant law of wind to shield himself, roaring, "I am a god! You mere humans, you insignificant ants, dare to—"
"Dark Sun!"
"Blood Flower Hell!"
Huihuo and Quinn cut him off, refusing to let him finish. "So much talk? This is a battle! On this battlefield, who has time for nonsense? It's no joke; we're here to end this!"
"Die to Grandpa!"
"Die!"
Huihuo and Quinn exchanged determined glances, and the terrifying small universe around them flared even more intensely.
They paid no mind to the potential risks of their bodies breaking down from the strain. If their souls were completely annihilated, they knew they could recover in a short time.
This is the essence of being an Underworld fighter; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them immortal.
"Bring it on!" Huihuo shouted, his resolve unwavering.
After another relentless onslaught, although Fengshen appeared battered and bruised, Huihuo and Quinn were gradually beginning to tire. After all, sustaining such a state for an extended period was draining, and Fengshen, as a god, could easily sense their weakening condition.
"Hehehe..." he chuckled darkly, a hint of confidence returning to his demeanor.
The corners of Fengshen's mouth curled up. Despite his embarrassing state, he sneered, "You're just human! Even if you momentarily wield power comparable to the gods, you can't measure up to me. I am a true god!"
Huihuo and Quinn exchanged glances and nodded in unison. Their small universe began to burn with a strange intensity, causing the gods to sense something was amiss.
This power...
"Corona of God!"
"Blood Flower Pluto!"
Brilliant flames shot into the sky. Gold flames ignited across Huihuo's body, transforming him into a radiant sun, shining brightly from top to bottom.
Quinn is different from Huihuo in that the mandala flowers on his lower body are directly rooted in the ground. His entire form radiates three colors: red, dark purple, and lacquered black, which together create a terrifying phantom. This phantom's features are obscured, hidden within the divine robe, and as Quinn brings his hands together, the phantom wields a divine sword. The identity of this figure is unmistakable.
"Ah!!!" Fengshen let out a shrill scream as Huihuo's sword struck. In an instant, he was engulfed by golden flames, swiftly ending his life. Everything came to a sudden conclusion in that fleeting moment.
Both Huihuo and Quinn were panting heavily, returning to their original states as they leaned on their knees, their legs trembling to keep themselves upright.
"Hahaha!" Huihuo laughed, exhilaration evident in his voice. "That was incredible! What a rush!"
"Let's move on!" Quinn replied casually. "We still have our next mission ahead."
"Ah! Hey, you can't be serious, right?" Huihuo teased.
"Who are you talking about?" Quinn shot back, laughing.
With mutual support, they slowly made their way outside. Their deliberate pace was a testament to their resilience and achievements, relying solely on their eighth sense to push forward.
The small universe killed a god, but that was a real first-class god of wind; even if he was injured, it was only a minor injury! And if such a god was beheaded by the two of them, there is no need to doubt it.
The figures of the four Underworld fighters, Ochs, Chris, Huihuo, and Quinn, exchanged knowing smiles as they rejoined the fray. The energy from the dissipating small universe lingered in the air, a reminder of their fierce battles.
At the entrance, Zeus raised his hand, dispelling the illusion he had crafted. His expression darkened. The spectacle he intended to showcase the might of the Heavenly Fighters had instead highlighted the prowess of the Underworld.
Poseidon, Hestia, and the other gods shared his displeasure. In the recent clash, they had witnessed Huihuo and Quinn tap into the essence of god-killing power. Although it appeared as a rudimentary manifestation, it was undeniable that what they had seen was formidable—far beyond their expectations.
The knowledge of god-killing power was common among the gods; it was a skill known only to be wielded by humans. To see it emerge in two fighters simultaneously left them reeling.
Hades, observing the scene, remained silent. He understood the significance of what had transpired, yet revealing such insights was unnecessary. The techniques displayed by Huihuo and Quinn were merely the culmination of their training and latent potential—an unexpected fusion of their abilities. Huihuo had invoked the God-killing Flame, albeit in a diminished form due to his own limitations. Quinn, meanwhile, had merged his unique Underworld garment with a fragment of divine power left by Hades, creating an attack that was both innovative and potent.
Despite being mere tricks in execution, the implications were profound. The essence of their techniques carried the weight of true power—the ability to challenge even the gods themselves.
This left Zeus and Poseidon with a bitter taste of embarrassment. Although they hadn't lost anyone, the grand display of their fighters paled in comparison to the spectacle of the Underworld warriors. The reality was undeniable: they were outshone, and the ramifications of that would echo throughout the realms.
The tension was palpable as the gods contemplated the implications of what they had just witnessed. How would they regain their dignity in the face of such a formidable display from the Underworld? The balance of power was shifting, and it would not be easily forgotten.