Chapter 136 : The Hades Warriors are resurrected, the Death Army of Hades City!
Boom! A silent thunderclap exploded at the soul level, and in the summoning array beneath Hades's Castle, the pitch-black spatial rift instantly expanded to its limit.
Innumerable Specters' souls struggled within the rift, trying to break free, but their bodies were bound in place by invisible chains, letting out piercing roars.
Far away on Five Old Peaks, Dohko, who was meditating in front of the Lushan Great Waterfall, suddenly had his expression turn serious.
The Demon Pagoda behind him erupted with dazzling golden seal light, and countless purplish-black auras seeped from its surface, twisting and swirling in the air like vengeful spirits escaping their cage.
"This is bad!"
Dohko abruptly stood up, his hands under his straw cloak rapidly forming seals.
For the past two hundred years, he would use talismans drawn with the Goddess's blood every ten years, combined with his own Cosmo, to reinforce the Demon Pagoda's seal.
At this moment, he pulled out the last golden talisman from hisPregnant, condensing his Eighth Sense Cosmo in his palm, preparing to forcibly suppress the seal's anomaly.
Just as the talisman was about to touch the Demon Pagoda, a calm voice suddenly entered his mind.
"Senior Dohko, there's no need to stop it. Just let nature take its course."
"Hmm? That voice is… Li Yu?"
Dohko narrowed his eyes, a hint of confusion appearing on his aged face.
"Do you know the consequences of doing this? Once the undead in the Demon Pagoda lose control, Hades's army of death will return to the world!"
At the Summit of Holy Mountain, Li Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through space towards Five Old Peaks, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Of course!"
Dohko was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, putting the talisman back into hisPregnant.
"What a formidable young man! Since you have a complete plan, this old man will be crazy with you this once!"
He stopped his sealing actions, and the Demon Pagoda's tremors grew more violent, the cracks on its surface continuously widening.
Finally, with a loud "boom," the Demon Pagoda exploded, and countless undead, enveloped in purplish-black aura, soared into the sky, circling and roaring around Dohko.
"Old man! You imprisoned us for over two hundred years! Now we are free!"
"You, your disciple, and that little girl, all must die!"
"Just wait! We'll be back soon to slowly torture you to death!"
Dohko's expression remained unchanged, and a golden Cosmo lit up around him, forming a solid barrier that protected him and Chunli beside him.
The clamor of those undead didn't last long before they were pulled by an irresistible force, like dust sucked into a vortex, falling into the spatial rift one after another.
The next second, they appeared in the summoning array beneath Hades's Castle.
Pandora's summoning array instantly blazed with light, and eerie blue flames danced at its center. The souls of the 108 Specters finally found their hosts, returning through reincarnation!
First to burst from the rift was Balron Lune, his massive body smashing through the seal, a blood-stained flail on his shoulder, his black wings stirring a putrid stench as they flapped, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.
Following closely was Gorgon Flegyas, his Surplice like a moving instrument of torture, its spiky armor glinting coldly, two crimson points of light beneath his helmet locked onto the void, his heavy footsteps like giant hammers striking the earth.
Acheron Charon, clutching a tattered oar, emerged from the shadows, carrying the damp chill and greedy aura unique to the Underworld River.
Deep Niobe, hidden in a poisonous mist, his corrosive aura making the air hiss, his figure appearing and disappearing.
Figures of various forms stepped out of the rift, each Specter exuding a powerful Cosmo fluctuation.
Their Surplices, made of obsidian unique to the Underworld, were comparable in performance to the Gold Cloth, capable of resisting physical attacks and providing elemental protection. Under the light of the summoning array, they gleamed with a cold texture symbolizing death and ill omen.
Subsequently, the light at the center of the altar suddenly contracted and condensed, as if accumulating energy for a final strike.
Three terrifying auras, far surpassing those of other Specters, like three invisible giant swords, pierced straight up from the center of the vortex. Space groaned under the strain, and a rift darker than the night slowly opened.
Wyvern Rhadamanthys, like a meteor, descended with a roar!
His full-body Surplice had jagged edges, like a demonic dragon's skeleton, each scale carved with twisted patterns, exuding an overwhelming pressure that made the surrounding Specters involuntarily lower their heads.
Griffin Minos's figure condensed between light and shadow, his magnificent Griffin Surplice sleek yet harboring murderous intent. His eyes were arrogant, as if he held the power of life and death over all things in the world.
Garuda Aiacos hovered in mid-air, arms crossed, his golden hair strikingly conspicuous in the darkness, his eyes sharp as an eagle, carrying an arrogant disdain for mere mortals and an unparalleled desire for destruction.
They were none other than the Specters' Three Giants!
The supreme commanders of Hades's army, their strength far exceeding that of ordinary Gold Saints!
The Surplices of the three even contained fragments of the Wall of Sighs, making them sturdier than ordinary Surplices, their surfaces even shimmering with tiny starlight, as if encompassing the starry sky.
The gazes of the Three Giants briefly met, and a tangible killing intent seemed to collide in the air, sparking invisible flames, then each turned towards the Specter army.
They were like three insurmountable peaks of despair, surveying their legions.
At this moment, the core of Hades's Castle was filled with Specters, the 108 Demon Stars in their places!
Led by the Three Giants, aided by powerful Specters of the Heavenly and Earthly ranks, a mighty Cosmo surged skyward, a silent and murderous aura like a tsunami, washing over every inch of space.
Unlike Saints, Specters required no training; the moment they were resurrected, they could reach the peak of their power.
As long as Hades lived, they could return from Hell indefinitely; this was the only boon of being a Specter.
Pandora slowly lowered her arms, the flames formed by underworld power behind her dancing docilely.
Her delicate face was devoid of any expression, only her eyes, burning with the fire of the undead, coldly swept over this army of death, capable of overthrowing the human world and trampling the earth.
Her purple lips parted slightly, her voice not loud, yet it clearly penetrated all the roars and howls, carrying the absolute authority of Hades's representative.
"All Specters, our Lord's temple in the human world is under attack. Now, kill all the invaders!"
"Please be careful, the Saints who have come to attack this time are exceptionally powerful, and among this generation's Gold Saints, the Aquarius Saint, named Li Yu, although he hasn't appeared, please be sure to…"
Before Pandora could finish speaking, the Three Giants of the Specters simultaneously showed a look of disdainful sneer.
Aquarius, that Gold Saint who controls ice, right? Insignificant!
Aiacos even snorted, filled with immense arrogance.
"Hmph, no need for more words. Those Saints who don't know their place are getting weaker with each generation. Lady Pandora, just leave it to us. This time, we'll make sure they never return!"