The nethergale swept about like ferocious waves, while tens of thousands of living dead screamed in rhythmic furore, hefting the massive MV Sewol as they rushed forward at top speed.

Qin Ye, Kwon Kyung-ho and Ryu Changmin stood at the bow of the ship, while Wang Chenghao and Oda Nobutada remained in the captain’s cabin. Nobody said a word. All eyes remained completely transfixed on Gonjiam Asylum that lay straight ahead of them.

3 kilometers to go…

In a few minutes’ time, the punitive expedition from Cathay was going to clash directly against the tens of thousands of troops from the Hanyang Underworld, together with the few special agents from the Russian Underworld as well.

Even Qin Ye couldn’t help but feel some dampness in the heart of his palms. Kwon Kyung-ho and Ryu Changmin also had grave expressions on their faces.

After all… they were but five men…

And yet, they were going up against an array of Yin soldiers as vast as the sea!

The MV Sewol drew closer and closer. 2,000 meters… 1,500 meters…

Qin Ye glanced down at the road ahead of him. Liu Yu stood right across their path of travel just 1,000 meters before the Gate of the Dead. He was but one man, and yet his existence was towering like a pillar in the sky. The Yin energy flowing out of his body was so indescribably dense that it almost looked beyond the realms of an Infernal Judge.

Here stood the only man across the entire history of Cathay to have been hailed as invincible. All eyes were naturally on him.

1,500 meters to the gate,...