Ming Quanzi was among those who had plummeted into the waters in the wake of the thunderous roar. He was so shaken that his brain felt like pulp - So strong… so terrifyingly strong… Is this the might of an Anitya Hellguard? Will… any of us be able to make it out alive this time?

“That’s why I say that actions speak louder than words. I have to say that the quality of Cathayan cultivators are getting worse and worse with each generation that passes… If that’s the extent of abilities that Cathayan cultivators are capable of right now, it’s only going to be a matter of time before the Nipponese reigns over Cathay again.” Kuki Yoshitaka licked his lips greedily as he watched everyone fall into the waters. And then, eight tongues lashed out abruptly.

A cultivator’s flesh and blood was still one of the premium sources of nourishment to any evil ghost.

It’s unstoppable…

The cultivators shut their eyes in despair. The powerful sonic blast attack was something that was beyond the realms of a Soul Hunter, and it swept right through their bodies in an instant.

Such a pity… to be born a human, only to perish without the dignity of a human being… For some strange reason, this peculiar notion surfaced in Chu Mingxia’s mind in the final moments of her life, and she actually chuckled softly to herself.

When she took on this assignment, she had never in her wildest imaginations expected to encounter the Yin soldiers of an underworld. This was well beyond the realms of the usual hunting zones she faced.

But, just then--...

Sssss!!! The eight-headed corpse of the deadly cicada suddenly cried out with a startled roar. Innumerable ripples had begun to surface on the waters around him. Ming Quanzi’s eyes were...