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Uncle Wu was lying sprawled out on the ground, and his only thought was: it's over... It's all over... We're dead for sure this time...

His nephew was right beside him, and the young Yin spirit had never been more acutely aware of the fact that this was Hell, a different world from the one he had known. However, his life was going to come to an end before he had a chance to even explore this new world...

They laid trembling on the ground for one minute... then two minutes... then three, yet the expected killing spree didn't commence. Instead, a voice rang out in all directions.

"Daolord of the Beast Dong Zhuo has been slain! As for the rest of you, surrender and you shall be spared!"

Uncle Wu's eyes immediately sprang open upon hearing this, and he stared at the ground in front of him with incredulity in his eyes and a myriad of emotions in his heart.

It's over? The vastly renowned West Capital City has been conquered? Even Daolord Dong is dead? The very same Daolord that we revered as a god? 

His nephew immediately began to raise his head, but Uncle Wu instantly shoved his head back down again. After that, he tentatively raised his own head.

As a result, he was greeted by the sight of countless arms raised high up to the sky in surrender, and the army of Hell was currently dispersing all of the surrendered soldiers. There was no bloodshed or slaughter; only a peaceful scene that came in stark contrast to the violent battle that had...