Pressure swept over like a landslide and tsunami. The myriad of netherfire continued to sway endlessly in the sky. However, Qin Ye’s heart inexplicably calmed down.

“You can try.” He locked eyes with the crimson eye in the sky as he muttered placidly.

Silence.

The eye stared intently at Qin Ye, as though it were attempting to discern whether there was any pretension in his voice. Seconds later, the eye swept a glance across the microcosm of Hell, “With you guys?”

“Naturally!” Qin Ye and Arthis responded in unison, refusing to give any ground to Thanatos at all.

Silence again.

Every period of silence represented deliberation and postulation. And the result of such deliberation and postulation determined whether or not to mobilize the hundreds of millions of troops under Thanatos’ command. Every nation was doing its level best to test the depths of Hell’s abilities right now, and they were ready to pounce on Cathay as soon as they discovered something amiss. After all, how could anyone pass up on… a fatty piece of meat that contained billions of Yin spirits on end?

Several moments later, Thanatos finally smiled, “Perhaps we might all have underestimated the depths of Hell’s abilities.”

“In that case, I wonder if King Qin is interested in a little commercial transaction between kingdoms?”

Qin Ye’s eyes gleamed, while Arthis immediately barked under her breath, “Reject him! All trade envoys and emissaries are unable to enter Cathay without Yanluo’s permission. But as soon as you give...