Damn it… Damn it!!!

A river of wrath poured out of Qin Ye’s heart, built upon the twin foundations of murderous intent and resentment. His negligence and stubbornness in his own ways had resulted in his failure to address his mind to Cui Jue’s Laws of Yin-Yang Coaction and the opening of Hell’s gate in the mortal realm. To make matters worse, his lack of preparation was aggravated by the arrival of Black Yaksha and Crow Tengu to the mortal realm, culminating in a night of complete and utter chaos.

He should have ended the night of the Hungry Ghost Festival with over a million new Yin spirits in Hell. Unfortunately, there were only several hundreds remaining that were waiting in front of Hell’s gate right now. He’d caught up with Black Yaksha, but only at the witching hour. There was no choice but to turn back to shut Hell’s gate before the break of dawn.

It was like a chain reaction. The dominos were falling. To think that the only thing I’d managed to do… is to save Lee Jung-sook?!

He wasn’t willing to let things end like this!

Black Yaksha’s right in front of my very eyes! How could I possibly vent all my anger on Crow Tengu alone?! Qin Ye gritted his teeth and glanced around him, wondering if anyone was able to help him slay the monster before his eyes within the next 20 minutes.

Unfortunately, Zhou Xianlong...