“Was that Yin spirit earlier… the advance party of the other underworlds? The emissaries of other underworlds?” Qin Ye murmured as he gazed deep into the sky.

There was no response.

Qin Ye smiled, and then suddenly bellowed in rage, “And where does that leave me? This is a checkmate situation, and I’m supposed to sit here and wait around as they slaughter their way into the depths of Hell?!”

The City of Salvation was able to conceal him from the prying eyes of the three daolords, and yet it couldn’t do a single thing to uncover any traces of the extraterritorial Yin spirits.

Because they were entities that only the dead could see.

And because only Emissaries of Hell could detect the presence of emissaries of other underworlds.

There was no hiding from them in the City of Salvation.

Yet Arthis remained completely cool and collected, displaying her wealth of experience dealing with such startling developments, “I’ve got a piece of good news. Would you like to hear it?”

Qin Ye sneered, “I’ve hit rock bottom so hard that any news right now would be good news. After all… Cathay is no different from the lamb chops on the dining table right now, and we’re surrounded on all sides by the other great underworlds, all of whom are waiting to pick us dry and polish the meat off the bones!”

Arthis turned a blind eye to his snarky attitude and explained, “But before I tell you this piece of good news, I would first have to preface that with this - spies were a commonplace occurrence even during the eons of glory of Cathay’s old Hell. In Cathay, we call underworldly spies darkfeathers.”

“They are thus named because...