Everything was silent in the underworld.

Arthis had created sufficient screens of Yin energy so that every team within the remaining forces of Hell could watch what was going on.

As the great war escalated, so did each Yin spirit tighten their fists in anxiety. Everyone was desperately resisting the urge to rush straight to the surface and join their comrades-in-arms in battle.

Emotions were a contagious thing. Even the meekest of rabbits would turn into a ferocious lion in such circumstances. And this was not to mention the fact that they were already ferocious lions to begin with.

Countless Yin spirits gritted their teeth and tightened their grasps around their weapons, eagerly anticipating the moment that their King Yanluo would give the command. If not for the fact that their role was to bide their time for the perfect opportunity to deal the final blow, they would already have sought permission to enter battle by now.

They fully appreciated the fact that this might well be the last time they were going to see their comrades-in-arms.

Nobody knew how devastating their casualties were going to be, but it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that at least half of the Yang Clan forces would be decimated in this war.

But, even then… they couldn’t make a move just yet!

The assassins were only supposed to strike at the most critical of times! The time clearly wasn’t right!

“Huh?” Just then, Qin Ye’s eyes brightened. There were screens of Yin energy which were monitoring the situation on each of the outer city walls, and something on the southern wall had caught his eyes. In an instant, the anticipation in his eyes gradually turned into shock and astonishment.

And he wasn’t...