Jiang Yixue's ice bow roared loudly, like the roar of a dragon, and the ice arrow shot out. The ice dragon above her head rushed towards the god of death in the underworld with bared fangs and claws.
At the same time as the ice arrow was shot out, the heavy sword in Ye Feng's hand, with the blazing flames, slashed towards the god of death.
Feeling two powerful forces attacking at the same time, the head of the underworld god of death, which was covered with black air, immediately raised up and looked at Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue, and actually felt the power of the Daluo Jinxian.
They are clearly two humans, how could they have the power of a Daluo Jinxian
The skeleton staff in the hand of the God of Death from the underworld knocked lightly on the ground, and the dozen or so black air that besieged the silver-armored warrior and transformed into giant pythons were immediately pulled back in front of the God of Death and formed a black air curtain wall.
The ice arrow turned into an ice dragon, tearing through the black air, rushing left and right, but it could not penetrate the curtain wall made of black air. However, the cold air froze the curtain wall of black air into a curtain wall of ice.
The sword body was covered with blazing flames. The five-finger-wide heavy sword cut through the sky and shattered the frozen black air curtain wall. The remaining power mixed with flames attacked the God of Death in the underworld.
A black light flashed from the Grim Reaper's skull staff and hit the attacking flying sword heavily.
Ye Feng felt as if the flying sword had hit a block of iron, causing his arms to go numb and almost knocking the flying sword flying away. However, the continuous divine power in his body allowed him to hold the flying sword firmly and not let it drop.
Ye Feng and Jiang Yixue's attack did not hurt the God of Death this time, which dealt a heavy blow to their confidence, but the tactic of besieging Wei to save Zhao still worked, and they saved the silver-armored warriors who were entangled in black air.
The god of death from the underworld stared at Ye Feng. Although it had no eyes, Ye Feng could feel its willpower firmly locked on him, and a powerful message came.
"Human, how can you have the power of a Daluo Jinxian? Why did you attack my subordinates?"
I felt a strong deterrent force pressing down on me like a mountain. It was also the deterrence of the soul. The power exerted by the god of death was a hundred times stronger than that of the skeleton warrior.
Ye Feng felt as if his brain was pierced by needles. The attack from the god of death was the strongest attack he had ever encountered. Under this attack, his brain was almost broken.
"Looking for the Ice Tower? Returning to the human world? What a joke! Do you think I will let you enter the Ice Tower?"
The God of Death from the Underworld was not simply attacking, but was trying to find out from Ye Feng's brain the purpose of his coming to the Ice Tower. It quickly found the answer from Ye Feng's brain.
Ye Feng's willpower is comparable to that of an earthly immortal, but the God of Death in the Underworld is several levels higher than him. In front of the God of Death in the Underworld, he felt that the other party's willpower was like a needle, piercing deeply into his mind, and he could not resist it at all.
But Ye Feng did not give up resistance. He exerted all his strength to the limit, intending to resist the mental power of the God of Death from the underworld. He held on with great effort.
His efforts were not in vain. The spiritual shield on his wrist felt like it had been hit by a powerful mental attack. It rose into a dazzling golden light and wrapped him up tightly.
With the help of the magic weapon, Ye Feng was able to block the mental attack of the god of death.
With the protection of the spiritual shield, Ye Feng felt a little safer and more confident.
Although he was unable to defeat the terrifying God of Death from the underworld, it would not be easy for the opponent to defeat him using magical weapons like the Aura Shield.
The God of Death laughed, "You actually have a magic weapon. No wonder you are so rampant. You killed more than half of my skeleton warriors."
The power of the God of Death in the Underworld far exceeds that of Ye Feng. Although Ye Feng was able to save his life, he was unable to complete his goal of lighting up the map, which was a complete failure.
His mood became very depressed.
After traveling through most of the Immortal Realm, crossing the Devil's Desert and the Flame Swamp, and going through untold hardships and overcoming various dangers and difficulties, he finally arrived at the Ice Tower.
Unexpectedly, at the last level, just one more step away, I would encounter the god of death from the underworld, who trampled all my hard work and efforts under his feet.
There is no way to break into the Ice Tower as it is guarded by the God of Death from the underworld.
Ye Feng summoned up his last bit of courage and said, "You are the god of death in the underworld, how can you stay in the immortal world? Didn't you sign a truce agreement with the Immortal Emperor that prohibits you from entering the immortal world?"
It didn't seem worth explaining, but the Death God of the Underworld still sent a hint of thought: "I can't enter the Immortal Realm. This Ice Tower is the entrance to our Underworld. I am responsible for guarding the entrance and I have fully complied with the agreement."
Ye Feng felt that his last bit of confidence had sunk to the bottom of the valley and he almost fell into despair. Everyone was silent and the wind in the Ice Valley became quiet again, as silent as death.
Jiang Yixue gently held Ye Feng's hand, her tone full of comfort: "If we can't light up the Ice Tower, we can use other methods. Even if we can't return to the human world, as long as we are together, it's fine."
"The power of the God of Death is too strong, comparable to that of a Daluo Jinxian. But I believe that if we practice here, we will be able to defeat it one day, and one day we will be able to light up the map."
"Amitabha, our ancient warriors' cultivation stagnates after reaching a certain level and cannot grow. However, Sect Master Ye and Miss Jiang, you two are both outstanding and have surpassed the ranks of ancient warriors. As long as you practice more, your cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds. As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood to burn."
Old Qin said angrily: "Brother Ye, we can't beat it now, but as long as we go back and prepare, we will definitely be able to beat it one day."
Although he was unwilling, Mo Yun had no choice but to say, "Brother Ye, let's go back. As long as..."
"You just want to enter the Ice Tower. You can go in alone, but I have conditions."
Just when everyone decided that there was no hope of entering the tower and were preparing to leave, the god of death from the underworld made a sound.
Its voice was as unpleasant as a ghost's cry, but it made everyone dare not breathe. They just stared at it blankly, unable to believe that the god of death would actually give in.
Ye Feng didn't quite believe what he heard, and asked tentatively: "What are the conditions?"
The black energy on the body of the god of death surged and turned into a huge skeleton behind him.
"I only have two skeleton warriors left. I want you to leave ten silver-armored warriors behind to become my skeleton warriors and replace the ones I lost. Then I can let one of you enter the Ice Tower and light up the map. How's that for you?"
Everyone was silent.
Skeleton warriors are of similar level to silver-armored warriors. Turning silver-armored warriors into skeleton warriors means turning them into undead creatures of the underworld. Not only will they die, but their souls will be controlled by the god of death forever. This requirement is too harsh.
Ye Feng shook his head decisively: "Impossible, I would rather not enter the tower than agree to your conditions."
Jiang Yixue scolded: "Shame on you, what kind of condition is this? It's simply a joke."
"Don't be ungrateful. It's your blessing to be able to negotiate with the God of Death. I just haven't seen so many people in five thousand years. I'm very happy to see you and I want you to stay."