The entire city was practically up in arms and roaring at the outbreak of war. Yet Qin Ye felt everything go silent around him.

The six leaders of the Mongol Underworld roared valiantly as they mustered one final hurrah. Meanwhile, the Russian Underworld stood their ground at the peripheries of the city like a torrent of steel. Apart from these valiant cries, the air was buzzing with electrifying tension and impending death.

The winter nights were darkest at 6.00 a.m. As the bells tolled, marking one hour after the witching hour, the Russian Yin soldiers raised their spears and adjusted their armor. The spectacle of war gave Qin Ye goosebumps.

The winds howled wildly, and his heart nearly came to a complete halt. Time came to a complete standstill, and the air was filled with a tense silence. Even the six Yin spirits leading the Mongol Underworld ceased roaring and stared around them with bitter hatred.

The skies were filled with a faint red hue. A split second later, there was a soft clatter.

Like the first shot of a ceremonial gunfire salute, the hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers arrayed right outside Khuree immediately charged forward like a tidal wave, into the heart of Khuree, threatening the foundation of the Mongol Underworld itself!

SSS!!! The six Mongol Yin spirits roared in unison, greeting the invaders with more than a hundred thousand of their own. With a deafening cry, they immediately made their firm resistance known to the Russian Underworld!

These were the revered Mongol cavalrymen that once dominated...