There was a heavy and oppressive atmosphere in the air, as if the entire space was shrouded by an invisible haze, making people feel inexplicably uneasy and fearful. Every breath of air seemed to silently convey the sins and sacrifices of the past, as if the shadows of these histories could never dissipate.

Just as they were cautiously groping forward, a deep and powerful chant suddenly echoed in the empty hall. The sound was like a mysterious spell from ancient times, with a heart-pounding power that made the three people stop involuntarily.

Li Mingyang frowned and listened to the chanting with full concentration. A strong sense of alertness surged in his heart, because he immediately realized that this was the ancient voice that led him to this place. However, at this moment, this voice was full of threats and provocations, which made him feel cold.

In this silent hall, the chanting continued to echo, as if announcing to them that some unknown danger or test was about to come. Li Mingyang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes firm and resolute. He knew that in the face of the challenge, they must remain calm and courageous, and not be swayed by fear. Only in this way can they uncover the secrets hidden in this place and find a way out.

Welcome to the Netherworld Palace, brave men. Your courage is admirable, but it will also be your funeral song. As these words fell, a cold wind blew from the depths of the palace, making people shiver. In the shadows in the center of the palace, a figure slowly walked out, like a demon born from the darkness, exuding endless pressure. This figure was the legendary Shadow Apostle.

A thrilling final showdown is about to begin in this forgotten realm. This showdown is not only about the contest between justice and darkness, but also a life-and-death struggle between light and shadow.

The Shadow Apostle took slow but firm steps, step by step, into the bright light. His figure was extremely tall and majestic in the flickering light. He was wearing a black robe, and the sleeves of the robe fluttered in the wind, as if announcing his arrogance to the world. A layer of black mist surrounded his body, as if it had life. It was an evil force from the depths of the underworld, and it seemed to have the terrifying ability to devour all light. The black mist kept rolling, sometimes condensing into various shapes, and sometimes dissipating into nothingness, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the eyes of the Shadow Apostle. They are as deep as the endless abyss, flashing with loneliness and cold determination that have been accumulated over thousands of years. When he stared at the heroes, his eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing people's hearts and souls, making people shudder and shudder. Under the pressure of such a sharp gaze, the heroes felt like they were falling into an ice cellar, feeling unprecedented pressure and deep fear. However, they did not retreat a single step, because they knew clearly that if they could not defeat this powerful enemy in front of them, the whole world would be completely swallowed up by endless darkness.

"You mortals, do you really think that you can shake the foundation of the Nether Palace that has been built over thousands of years with your fragile will?" The voice of the Shadow Apostle echoed in the spacious hall, accompanied by a hint of contempt and ridicule. He waved his hand lightly, and countless dim torches in the Nether Palace were extinguished in an instant, and the entire space was suddenly shrouded in darkness. Only a ball of shadow fire beside him emitted a faint blue light, illuminating his face, and also reflecting the cruel and ruthless smile on the corner of his mouth.

In this despairing darkness, Li Mingyang, Lin Youyang and Liu Fengxing felt an unprecedented and extremely heavy pressure. However, their faith was not shaken by such pressure. Lin Youyang closed his eyes tightly, concentrating his mind, and then gently touched the exquisite jade flute at his waist. Then, a clear, pleasant and touching melody came out from the jade flute, just like the warm sunshine in spring, penetrating the endless darkness and bringing people a rare vitality.

Along with the beautiful sound of the flute, the torches that had been extinguished miraculously rekindled! The light emitted by these torches contained the warmth and healing power of nature, which dispelled the chill and fear that permeated the surroundings. Under the shining of this magical light, Li Mingyang and others felt that their fatigue and stress were gradually reduced. They felt relaxed and happy, as if they had gained new strength and courage to continue to face the difficulties before them.

At the same time, Li Mingyang clenched the long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Shadow Apostle, and the sword was shining with silver light, which was the proof of the resonance between his spiritual power and the sword soul. He took firm steps, and each step seemed to be accompanied by thunder, declaring that the light of righteousness would never go out.

Liu Fengxing, on the other hand, turned into a flash of lightning, her figure moved left and right, leaving a trail of afterimages in the darkness. She used her speed advantage to try to find the flaws of the Shadow Apostle. Her movements were as fast as a ghost, and every time she flashed, there was a sharp sound of wind, like a sharp blade, cutting through the darkness in space.

A thousand years of darkness, but only a day of light! Li Mingyang shouted, and like a shining star, his whole body exuded a powerful aura. He swung the long sword in his hand, the sword light was like a dragon, with endless power, and hit the center of the shadow apostle. However, the shadow apostle just smiled lightly, as if he had expected all this. His body twisted like a shadow, and he easily avoided Li Mingyang's attack.

At this moment, Lin Youyang's flute music suddenly became passionate, like surging waves, echoing with Li Mingyang's sword light, forming a storm of light and sound. This storm came overwhelmingly, forcing the Shadow Apostle to retreat. However, there was no fear or retreat in his eyes, but instead revealed a strong fighting spirit.

Liu Fengxing keenly caught this golden opportunity. Like a ghost, he attacked the Shadow Apostle from behind silently. The dagger in his hand flashed with cold light, like lightning, piercing the opponent's vital parts. Although the Shadow Apostle reacted quickly, he still failed to completely avoid Liu Fengxing's attack. The dagger left a tiny wound on his shoulder, and the blood that spilled out was particularly dazzling in the black fog, like a blooming blood flower.

Very good, it's been a long time since I met someone who could make me fight so happily! The Shadow Apostle's voice actually revealed a rare hint of admiration, but it was restrained in an instant, replaced by a deeper solemnity. After he took a deep breath, the black mist on his body suddenly began to surge wildly. The black mist was like a substance, as if it would completely swallow up the entire hall in the next moment.

At this time, in the center of the hall, an altar that looked extremely ancient was slowly rising. The surface of the altar was engraved with dense and obscure runes, which flashed with a faint light, as if resonating with some mysterious power. As the shadow apostle recited a series of difficult spells, an extremely powerful magical fluctuation suddenly erupted from the altar.

At this point, the deepest secret of the Nether Palace was finally revealed... The Shadow Apostle stood steadily on the altar, and the black fog around him became thicker and thicker, even giving people an illusion that even time and space were distorted by this terrifying power. He slowly said: "The Nether Palace has existed in the world since the beginning of time. It was not built by mortal hands, but originated from the deepest resentment and unwillingness between heaven and earth." When he spoke, his eyes seemed to have traveled through the endless river of time, looking at the unreachable past.