The sky was covered with karmic fire. Yin soldiers raged, and left a trail of netherflames in the wake of their march. The entire Darkriver City was instantly transformed into a purgatory, where endless Yin soldiers tussled with each other and tore at each others’ necks.

“What are you still waiting for?!” Sha Xiangzu turned to the seven Hellguards around him and bellowed with rage, “Their army is incredibly strange, and I didn’t bring much with me this time! My army--...”

He gnashed his teeth with intense heartache. Looking down, he could see the line where both armies were clashing against each other. Sparks flew wherever spears and swords struck their opponent’s armor. Yin soldiers fell like flies, but the ratio of casualties was still approximately ten to one. Furthermore, the difference in military discipline soon became stark and apparent. Whenever his own soldiers fell, they would leave a palpable hole in the formation, but when Hell’s forces were felled, the gap in their formation would almost immediately be filled in with one of the reserves at the backlines.

But what frightened him even more was the fact that he could see the dark silhouettes of the ten thousand Savage Tiger Raiders laying in wait right behind the spear and shield formation. Like vipers, the tiger raiders were all laying low, biding their time to deliver that fatal strike.

They’re waiting for the right time… Sha Xiangzu cried out in his heart - They’re just waiting for the right time to strike at our jugulars and deal us a fatal blow!

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