It was a moonless night.

The time now was 10.00 p.m.

The Strait of Tsushima was enshrouded with an endless fog of Yin energy. From the vantage point that Qin Ye was at, it appeared as though a menacing rift that swallowed up everything around had opened up between the seas and the skies.

In fact, the Yin energy was so dense that it had even begun to materialize. This was the result of the gathering of Anitya Hellguards, Soul Hunters, as well as thousands of Yin soldiers in preparation for the battle of Tsushima. The concentration of Yin energy in this area was sufficient to tip the balance in the mortal realm in favour of Yin.

“What the hell is this?!” One of the tycoons looked out to sea with a grim expression on his face. He was staring right at the massive banner of war that was somewhat obscured by the towering fog of Yin energy.

“This is the manifestation of evil.” The priest’s robes were fluttering endlessly as he gazed coldly at the embankment at the end of the horizon, “And… I’m afraid that these are powerful evil beings to boot. Sir, I’d like you to return to your room as soon as possible and stay there. This isn’t a battlefield you can even afford to take a single step into.”

“Those things are murderous, bloodthirsty and ferocious evil ghosts.”

Zzzzzzt! A valiant warrior’s shirt split open, revealing golden glowing runes all over his muscular body. Another old Cathayan man with a long beard stepped forward in his long robe, accompanied by dozens of gleaming mahogany swords hovering by his side. There was yet another man dressed in a thawb, holding the Koran in front of him as the pages rustled softly...