This was the land of the dead.

This was the realm of spirits.

And this was the war between Yin soldiers.

Neither was prepared to give an inch to the other. A battle among soldiers numbering close to two hundred thousand was on the verge of breaking out. Even the Lord of Darkriver, Sha Xiangzu couldn’t help but find his forehead percolating with cold sweat.

A single command. All it took was a single command, and the entire place would turn into a grinding mill of Yin spirits. All it took was a single command, and a great war would break out between the Umbral Mount Tai Alliance of Darkness and the forces of Hell.

He obviously knew the command he needed to give, but he still hesitated.

He had finally realized the full extent of his inexperience and naivete. Indeed, he had only died slightly over twenty years ago, and he still possessed a lingering fear for the fabled existence known as Hell.

Despite all that, he still managed to pull himself together seconds later, and he looked straight into Qin Ye’s eyes as he bellowed with ferocity, “Inform the Alliance of Darkness immediately!! Tell them that an army of Yin soldiers is closing in on them!! And the strength of the army is far beyond that which had swept through Valley County earlier--...”

Boom!!!

But before he could even finish speaking, terrifying flares of netherflame immediately shot into the sky all around the military garrison. It was ostensibly a warning that escape was impossible.

The nethergale tousled Arthis’ hair, and she cast a bloodthirsty glance at Sha Xiangzu, “Hell’s Art, Last...