An exquisite carriage stopped right in front of a light barrier formed by Yin energy.

Several figures stood right in front of the barrier of light, including Qin Ye, Shang Yang, Wang Chenghao and Kwon Kyung-ho. Behind them, there were approximately 300 Yin soldiers holding high banners with the word “Qin” embroidered on them.

These were the veterans who had survived the great Battle of Qufu and experienced the massive upheaval during the Hungry Ghost Festival. There wasn’t the slightest bit of slack in their postures. Each soldier stood erect as a javelin. The contingent wasn’t formed by many soldiers, but it exuded a sharp and oppressive aura.

It was awe-inspiring.

White words flickered about on the golden barrier of light that appeared to flow endlessly, thousands of meters long, almost as though it were composed of the galaxy of stars in the sky.

They had just arrived back at the capital of Hell.

Back then, when they first stepped out of the City of Salvation and marched towards Ashmound City, the portal of light that represented their only gateway back into Hell promptly shrank and vanished before their very eyes. Back then, all that remained was a vast world out there, filled with wild monarch beasts prowling about, waiting to devour them. And right now, they were all back, standing right before Hell’s Gate once more.

Qin Ye stretched out his hand and placed it on the barrier of light. The City of Salvation lay right beyond this screen.

This was the place where it all began.

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