There wasn't even a single Yin spirit to be seen along the way; it was as if the entirety of Hell had been purged. In fact, they hadn't even encountered any monarch beasts.

Whoosh... The curtain was gently lowered. Aside from the cloaked figure, there was another young Yin spirit in the carriage who was dressed in white.

The carriage was very spacious and lavishly designed with soft padded seats that completely negated the hardness of the carriage's boards. At the center of the carriage stood an ornate table, on either side of which was a luxurious fur bed. The cloaked man was lying on one of the beds, and he asked, "Hell has struck. What do you think of this, Ziming?"

The man in white was the one being referred to as Ziming, and the netherflames in his eyes flickered slightly. Only after a long while did he reply, "I think things aren't looking very good for us."

"Oh?" The man's voice held a questioning tone, but he didn't seem to be surprised to hear this.

Ziming continued, "Only a few years ago, Hell had nothing, but now, it's already made a move against the Daolord of the Beast. According to our sources, the Daolord of the Beast is the most powerful one among the three daolords. Regardless of the outcome of the battle, it's clear that Hell already has the power to directly face the Daolord of the Beast, which means that its power is at least comparable with the second-rate Underworlds in this world. If they were evenly matched, then there wouldn't be a problem, but if Hell had won the battle..."

Ziming paused here momentarily before heaving a forlorn sigh. "Then we're definitely going to be targeted next. With...