No response.

Qin Ye appraised the imperial palace in a casual manner, and even though he couldn't see Dong Zhuo, he could sense a menacing gaze being directed toward him from within the palace. Their eyes met, and even the air temperature seemed to have suddenly spiked.

Countless Yin Soldiers were gathered in front of the imperial palace; this was Dong Zhuo's personal army, and they occupied an area with a radius in excess of 10 kilometers. However, West Capital City claimed that it had an army of over a million troops, but there most likely weren't even 300,000 soldiers present right now.

The army hadn't experienced any true battles, they had no official administration behind them, no righteous purpose, and no discipline. Thus, in a clash between a regular army, most of the soldiers had chosen to flee and hide.

Inside the imperial palace, around a dozen evil ghosts were gathered around Dong Zhuo, looking out at the scenes unfolding outside with panic in their eyes. They wanted to scream and yell, but they could only repress that urge as they thought back to how Dong Zhuo had lashed out at those Anitya Hellguards.

They didn't dare to run, and there was nowhere for them to run away to; this place was their final safe haven. According to the policy that the army of Hell had adopted on the way here, there was no way that they would be spared, considering that they had all devoured blood food in the past. Otherwise, who would be willing to serve...