The Strait of Tsushima was filled with silence.

Everything appeared to be taking place in slow motion. Azai Nagamasa’s pupils narrowed immediately. The daimyos dressed in great armor on board the ironclad warship opened their eyes abruptly, revealing a pair of blazing netherflames. In fact… there were even some daimyos who subconsciously shrank back in fear.

This was because immeasurable spots of netherflames were converging from every single direction, not just from the Strait of Tsushima, but even from the coasts of Daehan and Nippon. Countless ordinary civilians looked up in horror at this very instant, wondering what was going on with what appeared to be a massive swarm of fireflies in the sky.

Even the Yin energy detectors located in East Cathay, including Eastsea and Yan Capital, blared with great alarm.

“What’s going on?!” “Is a Yin spirit riot taking place out at sea? What’s the location?” “We can’t pinpoint its exact location… the closest satellite isn’t able to shed any light on this!” “What the hell is going on right now?!”

Elsewhere, in a villa located in one of the three provinces in Northeast Cathay, an old man dressed in a long, luxurious robe suddenly rose from his bed like a Jiangshi and cried out with a heart-rending scream as his entire body dissolved into Yin energy.

“Justice Bao… It’s Justice Bao! Justice Bao has returned!!! Hell is stirring once more!”

“Men… escort me away… escort me away right now!! He’s coming for me… he’s coming for me! The armies of hell are moving again!”

Whoosh… Regardless of location - whether Daehan, Nippon or the coasts of Cathay - every single one of the Yin spirits residing in the comfort of their hunting zones and predatory...