If it were a pride of lions, perhaps they could put up a fight, but if it were a giant dragon... Uncle Wu didn't even dare to consider such a possibility. This city had been named West Capital by Lord Dong; what kind of horrific battlefield was this city going to be transformed into?

Among the Yin spirits of the fourth and fifth paths, the weakest were Netherworld Operative, while the most powerful ones were Anitya Hellguards. All of them were lingering at the gate of West Capital City, but none of them dared to enter. Dong Zhuo's Yin energy had engulfed the entirety of heaven and earth, and no beings below the Abyssal Prefect level dared to oppose him. He was the true ruler of the west.

Right at this moment, the gate slowly opened amid a loud grinding noise, and the Yin spirits outside rushed in amid a sharp screech. Standing atop the city wall, Uncle Wu's patrol squad was situated closest to these Yin spirits, and their brows furrowed tightly in unison upon seeing this.

What a putrid and gory smell... 

These Yin spirits had killed countless people in the mortal realm; why were they being allowed into West Capital City? Was this place supposed to be a rubbish dump that accepted anything and everything?

"Come to think of it, hundreds of evil ghosts have already entered our city in this month alone," the young Yin spirit suddenly sighed, "I don't know what's happening, but all of the evil ghosts in the surrounding area that have taken human lives during their living days have fled to our city as...