320: Chapter 320 One punch shatters the faceless ferryman, boiling the waters of the River of Oblivion!

The Bone Hammer brought a whistling wind, smashing fiercely towards Su Yang's head.

Although the Red-robed Monster had no face, the Killing Intent emanating from its body was very thick.

The power of this hammer was enough to flatten a small hill.

Su Yang stood on the black altar, raising his right hand with five fingers spread open.

Pure Yang True Fire burned fiercely on his palm, as if he were holding a small sun.

Bang!

The huge Bone Hammer smashed into Su Yang's palm.

A dull, loud sound echoed through the village.

Holding the hammer handle, the Red-robed Monster's body shook violently.

It felt an incomparably overbearing force coming from the hammer, shaking its hands until they were numb.

The Bone Hammer it was so proud of was actually unable to make the human in front of it retreat even half a step.

"Such little strength, haven't you eaten?"

A hint of mockery appeared on Su Yang's face as his palm suddenly clenched tight.

Crack!

The surface of the incredibly hard Bone Hammer was instantly covered in cracks.

Golden flames spread all the way up along the hammer handle.

Sensing danger, the Red-robed Monster wanted to let go and retreat, but it was already too late.

The speed of the Pure Yang True Fire was as fast as lightning, enveloping the Red-robed Monster completely in the blink of an eye.

"Ah—!"

The Red-robed Monster let out a shrill scream.

The wide red robe on its body instantly turned to ash, revealing the withered, wood-like black body inside.

Under the high-temperature incineration, the body struggled and twisted frantically like dry wood thrown into a furnace.

Su Yang didn't give it any chance to breathe.

He took a step forward, his right leg creating a piercing sonic boom as he kicked the monster's chest heavily.

Boom!

The Red-robed Monster was kicked flying directly, smashing into the black stone pillar behind the altar.

The stone pillar broke, and the monster fell to the ground, burned into a pile of black ash in less than three seconds.

With the death of the Red-robed Monster, the Skin Drum on the altar also stopped vibrating.

Once the drum sound stopped, the mummies in the village that were charging frantically became like marionettes that had lost control.

The green fire in their eye sockets instantly went out, and their stiff bodies fell to the ground one after another, turning into piles of foul-smelling rotten bones.

The crisis was resolved.

Chu Ling put away her long sword, her long dress swaying in the wind.

She stepped on the broken bones on the ground and walked to the bottom of the altar.

"Boss, these monsters are really fragile; they break at a touch. This doesn't even count as a warm-up."

Chu Ling raised her fair chin, her tone carrying a bit of boredom.

Mary flapped her black bat wings and descended from mid-air.

Wearing sexy deep-V one-piece shorts, she covered her nose with a look of utter disgust.

"Stinky! It's all moldy bone fragments, not even a drop of fresh blood. Coming to this kind of place is simply suffering!"

Mary complained, her voluptuous chest trembling along with her words.

Qin Xueji and Bai Li also walked over.

Although Qin Xueji's cultivation wasn't high, with Su Yang leading the way in front, she felt very reassured.

"Hubby, this altar is a bit strange."

Bai Li fanned her circular fan, her purple eyes staring at the huge Skin Drum in the center of the altar.

Su Yang walked up to the Skin Drum.

This Skin Drum was made from the skin of an unknown Yao Beast, and the drum surface was covered with complex black runes.

Although the monster drumming was dead, the Skin Drum itself was still emitting bursts of chilling Yin Qi.

Su Yang raised his right fist and smashed it directly onto the surface of the Skin Drum.

Bang!

The tough beast skin burst instantly.

A fist-sized black bead fell out from inside the Skin Drum.

A faint green light flowed on the surface of the bead, and the Yin Qi was very pure.

"This is a Nether Pearl. A wicked Magical Artifact specifically used to control low-level corpses."

Bai Li recognized the origin of this item at a glance.

Su Yang picked up the Nether Pearl, weighed it in his hand, and tossed it to Chu Ling.

"Take it and eat it as a snack."

Chu Ling's eyes lit up, and she happily caught the Nether Pearl.

She opened her small, rosy mouth and swallowed the bead in one gulp.

As the pure Yin Qi entered her body, the chill on Chu Ling's body intensified a bit, and a satisfied smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"Thank you, Boss!"

Just as the Skin Drum was broken, a dull sound of mechanical movement came from the ground behind the altar.

The hard black stone slabs slowly split to both sides, revealing a stone staircase leading underground.

On the walls on both sides of the stone stairs, rows of green ever-burning lamps lit up, extending all the way into the unknown depths.

A bone-chilling cold wind blew out from the underground passage, mixed with thick water vapor.

"Let's go down and see what exactly is hidden underneath."

Su Yang took the lead down the stone stairs.

The four stunning beauties followed closely behind.

The passage was very spacious, enough for five or six people to walk side by side.

Stepping on the damp bluestone steps produced hollow echoes.

The further down they went, the lower the surrounding temperature became.

A thick layer of frost even formed on the walls.

They walked down for about half an hour.

The view ahead suddenly opened up as the passage reached its end.

What appeared before everyone was an underground dark river hundreds of meters wide.

The river water appeared an eerie turbid yellow, flowing rapidly with a deafening roar.

A thick layer of grey mist floated on the river surface, making it impossible to see the scene on the opposite bank.

Within the river water, countless painfully distorted human faces could be vaguely seen struggling and rolling.

Shrill screams mixed with the sound of the flowing water, making one's skin crawl.

"The Forgotten River!"

Bai Li looked at the turbid yellow river water, her expression becoming very serious.

"Hubby, this is a natural barrier on the outskirts of the Netherworld. The Forgotten River water has terrifying corrosive properties; it can even melt a cultivator's Divine Soul. You must not touch it at all. To cross, one must use a special ferry."

Su Yang walked to the riverbank and looked down at the churning turbid water.

The resentment emanating from the water was a hundred times stronger than that of the mummies in the stone village above.

Just then, a slow sound of sculling came from deep within the thick mist.

"Splash... splash..."

A worn-out small black wooden boat slowly rowed out from the grey mist, stopping at the shore a few meters away from Su Yang.

On the bow of the wooden boat stood a figure wearing a tattered straw raincoat.

This person wore a large, broken straw hat on their head, covering their entire face completely.

In their hand was a long black bamboo pole, propped against the riverbed.

A Ferryman.

"Crossing the river, leave the road money."

The Ferryman didn't look up; a raspy, dry voice came from under the straw hat, sounding like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"Road money?"

Su Yang stood with his hands behind his back, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"What kind of money do you want?"

The Ferryman slowly raised his head.

"The Yang Qi of the living, the youth of women. Each person must hand over half of their lifespan before they can board the boat."

The Faceless Ferryman let out a greedy laugh.

Upon hearing this, Mary immediately flew into a rage.

"Ugly freak! You don't even have a face, yet you want this Young Miss's youth? I think you're tired of living!"

Mary stood with her hands on her hips and shouted loudly.

The Ferryman ignored Mary, his faceless head staring straight at Su Yang.

"If you don't pay, then get lost. On the Forgotten River, we don't ferry paupers."

Su Yang smiled.

He stepped forward, walking directly to the edge of the river water.

"When this young master takes a boat, I never pay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yang's right leg suddenly lifted, carrying the force of ten thousand catties, and kicked the bow of the small black wooden boat fiercely.

Bang!

The hard wooden boat shattered instantly, with wood chips flying everywhere.

Caught off guard, the Ferryman fell into the turbid yellow Forgotten River along with the bamboo pole.

"Ah—!"

The Ferryman let out a miserable scream.

The Forgotten River water frantically corroded its body as it struggled desperately to climb ashore.

But it didn't drown.

The Ferryman suddenly leapt out of the water, and a large mouth full of fangs actually split open on its faceless face, spitting out a stream of black poisonous water that shot towards Su Yang like a sharp arrow.

Su Yang stepped aside to dodge; the poisonous water landed on a rock, corroding a large hole that emitted black smoke.

"You still dare to fight back?"

Golden flames ignited on Su Yang's fist, and meeting the lunging Ferryman, he punched it in the chest.

Boom!

Pure Yang True Fire ignited the Ferryman instantly.

The Ferryman rolled on the shore in pain, letting out hair-raising howls.

In less than a few seconds, it was burned to ash, which was blown away by the river wind, vanishing without a trace.

Now that the broken wooden boat was gone, how to cross the river became a problem.

Chu Ling walked forward, looking at the wide river surface: "Boss, I'll freeze the river surface, and we can walk across."

Saying this, Chu Ling released her Extreme Cold Yin Qi, and a deep blue cold current surged towards the river surface.

The surface of the river began to freeze.

But the resentment in the Forgotten River water was too heavy; just as the ice layer formed, it made a "crack-crack" sound of shattering and soon melted back into turbid water.

Chu Ling furrowed her beautiful brows; clearly, this river water was not that easy to deal with.

"No need for such trouble."

Su Yang waved his hand, walked to the very edge of the riverbank, and looked at the churning river water.

"Just boil the water dry."

Su Yang took a deep breath, and his Soul Transformation Stage cultivation within his body began to circulate without reservation.

Pure Yang True Qi was like a waking Dragon, roaring frantically inside his body.

He raised both hands, and two huge golden fireballs gathered in his palms, emitting a suffocatingly high temperature.

"Go!"

Su Yang pushed forward with both hands.

The two fireballs were like falling meteors, smashing fiercely into the Forgotten River.

Rumble!

The river water was instantly detonated.

Pure Yang True Fire spread frantically across the water's surface, turning the entire dark river into a sea of golden fire.

The fusion of water and fire produced a deafening sound.

The Forgotten River water was boiled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and large clouds of steam rose up.

Countless wronged souls in the river water let out painful roars under the high temperature, eventually turning into nothingness.

As the water continued to evaporate, the wide river surface was rapidly dropping.