Chapter 1856: Chapter 1856: Today, No Matter Who You Are, You’re Going to Die!

"Today, no matter who you are, you all must die."

As Hades’ words fell, he struck at Little Carls who attempted to escape.

With a palm strike from afar, Little Carls and the others were instantly smashed into a puddle of flesh.

"No!"

Old Karl cried out in anger and despair from the bottom of his heart.

Immediately afterwards, overwhelmed by anger, he spat out a mouthful of blood and completely passed out. As for the other members of the Kars family, faced with such a sudden disaster, they abandoned their plans and began to flee for their lives.

Hades surprisingly ignored Morren and the other two, turning instead to deal with the Kars family.

With two successive palm strikes, the original semi-intact ancient castle instantly collapsed into a pile of rubble. As for everyone inside the castle, they were buried here along with the old sins of the Kars family.

"Now’s our chance, run!"

Morren suddenly shouted.

Lancelot and Noah, having regained some mobility while Hades turned against the Kars family, did not hesitate at all upon hearing Morren’s call, and immediately turned to flee.

They were no fools and knew that if they continued fighting, they would surely die at the hands of Hades.

Only by escaping and finding another opportunity did they stand a chance of survival.

Although the fact that three former Kings of the Blood Clan were driven to flee by one person would certainly be humiliating if known, as long as they survived, there was hope.

After all, history is always written by the victors.

If they could survive this calamity, once their injuries healed and they returned to their peak state, they were confident they could kill Hades.

At that time, today’s shame could be completely washed away.

Morren and the other two then began their great escape across the European Continent.

They did not choose to split up but stayed together.

They knew well that although splitting up might guarantee the survival of at least two of them, it would make them more vulnerable to Hades picking them off one by one in the future. Only by staying alive together could they have a chance to turn the tables.

"Think you can escape? Did you even ask me?"

"I already said it before; no matter who you are, you must die today."

Hades watched their retreating figures, her gaze turning icily cold.

Without any hesitation, she pursued them.

Morren and the others were not slow; even though they hadn’t recovered their peak combat abilities, they still retained the ability to fly. In just half a day, they had almost fled across half of Europe.

Their path alarmed countless powerful figures, but none dared to step forward.

They were too afraid even to take a glance, let alone intervene.

The news of Hades pursuing Morren and the others quickly spread through all the forces. Although they did not know Morren’s identity, just having Hades involved was attention enough.

Catherine also had such a report placed on her desk.

"The Netherworld King is on a killing spree again?"

"I wonder who is so unfortunate this time, to be targeted by her."

"When the Netherworld King gets angry, corpses lay thousands of miles."

"I wonder how long it will take for Europe to settle down again."

Catherine’s fingers tapped gently on the table, her thoughts drifting far away as if they had landed on Hades...

The pursuit continued!

From the beginning, Hades closely tracked Morren and the others. Whenever she found an opportunity, she attacked without hesitation, leaving all three filled with silent suffering.

If they weren’t so afraid of losing focus, they would have already cursed Hades’ ancestors to the grave!

"No! We can’t keep running like this any longer!"

"Although we haven’t fully recovered to the Supreme Realm, attaining the perpetually regenerating state of energy, if we keep running, we’ll be exhausted to death even if Hades doesn’t catch us!"

Lancelot spoke, his face pale.

Hearing this, Noah also gritted his teeth and said, "I can’t hold on much longer. At most, I can go for another half a day before the energy inside me is depleted! Damn it! It’s all because this body is such trash! If I had a perfect body, I could kill Hades all by myself!"

Actually, Morren knew well without them saying how dangerous their situation was.

Not only Lancelot and Noah but even he himself felt exhausted.

Seeing that Hades was about to catch up again, a flash of inspiration went through Morren’s mind, and he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Let’s change our direction now and fly towards the Netherworld King Temple! Remember the Frozen Cave? We’ll lure her there and fight her to the death!"

"Right! How did I forget the Frozen Cave?" Lancelot’s face lit up with renewed hope, saying, "With the help of the Frozen Cave, we can definitely get rid of Hades!"

"It’s settled then, no more talking, let’s move!" Noah said through gritted teeth.

He could already feel himself nearing the limit.

The three of them didn’t hesitate any longer, quickly changing direction and headed straight for the Netherworld King Temple.

Seeing them suddenly change direction, Hades couldn’t help but pause for a moment.

But she quickly regained her composure, with a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes: "Whatever tricks you try, it’s useless. You died many years ago, and the dead are not allowed to exist in this world."

Expressionless, Hades picked up speed.

An hour later, Morren and the other two suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Not far to their left was the majestic Netherworld King Temple. Beneath their feet was a towering snow peak reaching the clouds, and if one focused, a peculiar power could be sensed.

"Have you finally stopped running?"

"Choosing this place as your final battlefield, are you perhaps reminiscing about your past lives?"

Hades said coldly.

She stopped fifty meters away from Morren and the others.

Hearing this, Morren gave a derisive laugh and said, "Hades, don’t celebrate too soon. The real fight is just beginning. Don’t think for a second that the three of us can’t deal with you."

"We, as the ancestors of the Blood Clan, were once Kings of the Blood Clan!"

"Even a thousand years after our deaths, our names will echo through this vast land!"

Lancelot and Noah said nothing, but their eyes burned fiercely.

Their former glory seemed to reappear before them!