Rumble... One burst of Yin energy after another surged forth from all directions, converging toward the incomplete King Yanluo's Seal. Soon, a giant cloud funnel with a radius in excess of 10 kilometers took shape around it. Yin spirits howled and wailed as they danced around the seal amid fierce Yin winds, as if in reverence toward the almighty divine artifact.

Amid the twisted and all-encompassing darkness, a burst of purple radiance began to blossom like a lotus flower across the boundless starry sky, stirring up countless specks of golden starlight. The starlight unfolded layer upon layer, shimmering as it spread across the heavens, presenting a captivatingly beautiful scene to behold. However, aside from Qin Ye and Zhao Yun, not a single other Yin spirit was able to remain standing, not even Arthis.

"H, how terrifying... What is that thing?!" A commander of Dong Zhuo's city was laying sprawled out on the ground with his teeth chattering violently, and he was speaking to himself like a madman. As for the normal Yin Soldiers, they were also lying flat against the ground, but they didn't dare to raise their heads, and their limbs were trembling incessantly.

Within all of the houses and on all of the congested streets, all of the Yin spirits were revering this paramount divine artifact of Hell, and not even a single one of them dared to raise their heads. The purple light continued to shine down from above, casting countless shadows across the ground. Dong Zhuo's thunderous voice rang...