Zhao Seven was also marching within Mu Guiying’s army.

The western outer walls was one of the most heavily guarded locations, and it was also the location where the highest concentration of Hell’s elites were deployed. Naturally, he was one of those who had been deployed among them all.

He swung his saber mightily, instantly decimating the enemy Yin soldiers that stood in front of them. There was even the urge to toss his head up into the air and sigh softly to himself - That’s the feeling. The feeling of cutting down my enemies is truly where the heart of a soldier lies.

It didn’t matter that he was already dead. The sheer thought of paving a way for Hell’s future caused his blood to boil, and he drew out every ounce of strength from within his body to act as the ferocious blade of Hell that would cut down everything in his path.

Shk! Shk! Shk! The Black Armored Troops paved the way for the march of Hell’s forces. Qufu’s Yin soldiers were inept in military literacy, and the limitations of space prevented them from utilizing their numbers to their greatest advantage. Naturally, Hell’s forces completely ran them down without a single casualty in no more than half an hour!

However, not a single commander among Hell’s forces revealed the slightest trace of joy in their expressions.

They knew that this was by no means the true strength of Qufu’s forces!

After all, how could a giant city protecting the Mythic Palace of Reflections and millions of Yin spirits only contain defenses of such dismal standards? They wouldn’t even be able to stand against a single monarch Yin beast at...