Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

The moment the words left his mouth, the Holy Lord moved.

The first to be affected is Bazaar.

The unreasonable power of the Mars cloud pressed down on Basha, its outstretched hand moving as if it were in an empty space, instantly crushing Basha's water-like body.

She shattered into splashing water droplets, which then flowed back into the sea.

The Holy Lord's attack cannot harm her for the time being, but this also means that she cannot attack the Holy Lord at the moment.

Above their heads, the moment the Holy Lord acted, the lightning that filled the upper part of the entire space rolled down.

Upon closer inspection, it was no longer a heavenly thunderbolt; it was more like a golden mountain that spanned the entire space and crashed down with an unstoppable crushing force.

Having returned to his peak, Ximu is not only skilled in magic, but his ability to alter celestial phenomena goes far beyond simply creating thunderstorms suitable for the Sino-Soviet conflict.

With the two demons working together, the already weak power of Zhong Su was instantly elevated to a terrifying level.

The moment they made their move, it was as if the sky had collapsed.

The Holy Lord's star cloud was struck by billions of lightning bolts, causing it to become turbulent, with each bolt eroding his power.

At the same time, these lightning bolts continued to attack his current physical form.

His physical form shifted back and forth amidst flashes of lightning.

One moment it's charred black, the next it's completely restored.

At this moment, even if the two demons, Heaven and Thunder, joined forces, they could not obliterate his true form.

However, it greatly restricted his actions.

He had to constantly draw upon the divine power of the horse talisman to ensure he had the strength to fight back.

But when I look back...

Two rugged mountains attacked from the left and right, trying to trap him within them.

Just as the Holy Lord was about to use the fire cloud to counterattack, Basha's offensive arrived again.

The overwhelming torrent of water crashed down, the tsunami reaching the heavens, carrying immense power as it surged forth.

Besieged on all sides, the Holy Lord truly had the will but not the power.

He raised his head and roared, his body enveloped in fiery demonic energy, abandoning his physical form and letting his soul detach and ascend into the sky.

But correspondingly, from the sky filled with golden lightning, Ximu's seemingly illusory soul also descended from the heavens.

"You're not the only one here who knows magic, Holy Lord."

He spread his claws out on both sides, summoning celestial demonic energy to strike the Holy Lord's soul, completely shattering the Holy Lord's attempt to use magic.

In the blink of an eye, the Holy Lord's soul was pressed back into his body.

No matter how capable he was, he couldn't withstand the combined attack of his five brothers and sisters.

In terms of speed, there are attacks from all directions, leaving no room to breathe or dodge.

In terms of strength, none of the brothers and sisters are lacking.

In terms of magic, there's also Ximu watching from above, always ready to engage in a magical battle with him.

Even when it comes to a contest of patience, these guys don't seem to lack time.

In the other worlds that Zhou Lan had taken him to, he could have easily used his own abilities and stats to wreak havoc.

He possessed a horse that could recover to its full strength at any time and place, but even if it recovered now, it would take time, and under such a dense attack, it would also need to be stiffened by the blows.

And the dog's superhuman strength...

The demons present were all immortal.

This is merely the entry ticket to this battle; here, immortality is simply the most basic requirement for even entering the game.

Heaven, earth, thunder, and water roared and crushed in.

The Holy Lord was furious. He instantly pushed the divine power of the dragon to its peak, causing the fire cloud to shrink and unleashing a vast and mighty pressure.

The tsunami was shattered, turning into a sky full of rain.

The mountains collapsed and the debris scattered in all directions.

Even the thunder was stunned and was thrown back into the sky by the fire cloud.

At this moment, the Holy Lord is at his most glorious state in history.

He is now the strongest fire demon of his life.

"My brothers and sisters, it excites me to fight with you!"

His nebula body roared and expanded once more, while the primal body beneath his feet was equally formidable, its fiery demonic energy surging and burning on his dragon body.

Just as the Holy Lord was confidently preparing to meet the next attack from the other demons.

The door that belonged to Bo Gang suddenly expanded for a moment.

A green, incredibly thick hand suddenly emerged from the doorway.

The moment this hand appeared, it instantly pushed the other demons aside, and it almost immediately filled the entire space.

Unstoppable, it pinned down the Holy Lord's true form and slammed him against the boundary barrier of space.

Below his palm, the Earth Demon, who had been pushed aside, silently glanced at his drill arm that had just started spinning.

He silently put it back.

Chapter 452 Gathering Here

It must be said that the Holy Lord did indeed look somewhat pitiful at this time.

As soon as Bo Gang made his move, he was like a fly swatted on a wall. Only after Bo Gang's palm retracted did he slide down, clinging to the barrier of space.

Without prior arrangement, the demons all stopped what they were doing.

The Holy Lord's eyes were filled with horror.

He was deeply shocked, realizing just how much his older sister had grown up.

He had never set foot in her world even once.

But this hand alone was enough to make it difficult for him to resist.

Zhou Lan saw all of this.

Similarly, he would not show favoritism to either side.

A scene conveyed simultaneously also appeared in Hell, in Xiaofeng's eyes.

"It's a pity you can't help," Zhou Lan said to Xiao Feng with a smile.

In hell, Xiaofeng stood alone on the stone platform, looking at the scene before him and hearing the sounds coming from it.

“This is… good,” he murmured. “Even if I were here, I would probably just watch.”

"That's just like you," Zhou Lan said softly.

"What about Zhongsu? What happened to him after he left?" Xiaofeng suddenly asked.

He was a worrier and worried that Zhong Su would cause trouble for Zhou Lan after his release from prison.

"He..." Zhou Lan began, then paused.

Recalling the words Zhong Su had spoken to him in Asgard, he couldn't help but sigh, "He's a good man."

"After he rediscovered his true self, he was better than anyone else."

"That's good." Xiaofeng said softly, his gaze fixed on the empty hell.

It wasn't that there was nothing else in there besides him; it was just that the other immortal gods were trying their best to avoid him and hide themselves.

Xiaofeng didn't bother with them and let them hide.

"I believe it, and I'll be there soon too. I believe in you," Xiaofeng whispered.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face, and he said cheerfully, "I thought I was the only one who couldn't see it. That guy, the Holy Lord, must have realized his mistake a long time ago."

"Oh? You noticed it too?" Zhou Lan smiled silently.

“Of course, all the brothers and sisters are here. He’s not stupid; even I, who’s been in hell all this time, can sense it,” Xiaofeng said.

"I guess he just wants to fight."

“You’re right. Anyway… wait for me.” Zhou Lan clasped her hands together, concealing the transmitted image, before looking back at the battlefield in the space.

After being slapped away by Bo Gang, the Holy Lord stood up again.

He was no match for the combined forces of the other demons.

Especially now, with Bo Gang leading the charge and Di Kui practically slacking off, he was completely unable to gain any advantage over Zhong Su, Ba Sha, and Xi Mu.

The Holy Lord was also helpless about this.

When four streams of demonic energy shot in from different directions and bound him, he tried to struggle, but remained unmoved.

The Martian cloud has just been dispersed by the waves.

At this moment, the Thunder Demon Zhong Su slowly descended from the sky and came to stand in front of him.

Their eyes met.

“Holy Lord… I’ve said it before, I’m not the only one who has a problem with your past.”

Across from him, the Holy Lord raised his dragon head, looked around, and finally said helplessly, "I know, I saw it all, I saw it clearly."

"I can't beat you, do whatever you want with me," he said.

China and the Soviet Union did not answer, but instead raised their hands, clenched them into fists, and slapped the Holy Lord.

His fist wasn't even coated with lightning power; he simply threw a punch.

“I have forgiven you for what you did in the past. This punch is for my brother, for the trouble and effort you caused him to put in because of your past betrayal.”

Even though he was defeated and the Holy Lord was in a sorry state, this punch still didn't hurt him much.

Zhou Lan had already forgiven him long ago, back when the Holy Lord had used all his strength to stop that curse on the moon.

Therefore, the punch from China and the Soviet Union had no power whatsoever.

The Holy Lord turned his head and sighed.

“I was wrong. I understand now, and I am willing to atone for the betrayals I committed in the past. As for my brother, I have nothing to say.”

China and the Soviet Union turned their attention to their other brothers and sisters.

Ximu descended from the sky, smiled, and waved to the Holy Lord: "I'll pass. I already said I'm just here to join in the fun."

Di Kui also shook his head. He was not good with words, so he simply shook his head to indicate that he had forgiven the Holy Lord's past.

Basha then reformed her water form and laughed, "He's too pitiful, I can't bring myself to do it."

The last thing the Chinese and Soviet looked at was the door that led to Poland.

“Bo Gang was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control his strength, and Bo Gang had already hit him just now.”

Having received a response from the demons, China and the Soviet Union turned their attention back to the Holy Lord.

His expression was no longer serious; instead, he loosened his fist and reached out his hand to the Holy Lord.

The other demons also released themselves from their restraints on the Holy Lord.

“Don’t mind me, I’m a stickler for things. Anyway…” Zhong Su’s expression softened, “Now you’re the one who deserves my words…”

"Welcome back, Divine Capital."

The Holy Lord's expression suddenly froze. He raised his head and looked at Zhong Su's face in a daze.

Suddenly, he smiled and reached out to grasp the hand of Zhong Su.

"You should have just said so earlier..." he muttered, "But anyway, I had a lot of fun playing it."

Seeing this scene, a burst of relieved laughter came from all directions.

This signifies a truce, which is exactly what Zhou Lan and the Sino-Soviet Union wanted to see and achieve.

“There are two guys who aren’t even taking it seriously.” Basha looked at the door of Di Kui and Bo Gang.

"I don't believe it." The Holy Lord straightened his chest and looked around.