A month and a half later.

Back in the underworld. A 100,000-strong army was resting in a huge cave located in the valley of a mountain range. The corpse of a monarch Yin beast lay completely motionless at the side of the cave. It was a nascent Judge-class Yin beast that didn’t possess any particularly outstanding abilities. In all likelihood, it had probably only become a monarch beast a little while ago. That would explain why it decided to make the barren mountain range its own territory, far from the dwelling of any other monarch beast nearby.

But it was unfortunate.

There were indeed no other monarch beasts around, but it had instead stumbled upon the great army of the new Hell, who happened to be seeking shelter from the rain outside.

Qin Ye stood at the entrance of the cave, staring at the rain outside. The rain of the underworld was terrifying indeed. It poured straight down, perfectly perpendicular to the ground. Wherever it fell, it would plunge straight through the surface, leaving nothing more than a needle-sized hole in the ground. Qin Ye shuddered to think what would happen if something like that struck their own bodies.

The entire cave was dead silent as the Yin soldiers rested against the walls of the cavern. It had been two months since the commencement of the eastbound expedition, and they were immeasurably close to the edge of the Eastmount Province right now. It wasn’t a particularly long time, but they had grown by leaps and bounds in their experience and exposure.

The assimilation...