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Chapter 871 The Vanished Pledge of Allegiance
No, it's not just about killing intent anymore.

In the crimson reflection that filled the entire sky, one could not only sense killing intent, but also overwhelming resentment.

Having traveled so many roads and witnessed so many bizarre and wonderful things, this was the first time Lin Yi had ever seen such an exaggerated scene. He found it hard to imagine what exactly that blood-red liquid rushing out of the River Styx was.

"what is that?"

Following Lin Yi's gaze, Xi Yue noticed the crimson hue in the distance. Although she didn't perceive much information, she could sense that even a high-ranking god like Lin You had perished in this operation, and that the three of them were probably in big trouble.

"I don't know what it is either, but what I'm sure of is that our next objective remains unchanged: to evacuate the Nine Netherworld."

Zi Yue dared not utter a single unnecessary word.

The current situation is beyond her control as a lowly henchman; only by saving her own life can anything else be considered.

Outside Qin Zhu's palace, a hundred miles away from Lin Yi, Qin Zhu stood holding a weapon, with the Nine Netherworld Guards standing densely behind him.

He was stepping on the body of the Laughing Buddha.

However, at this moment, the Smiling Buddha's face showed pain.

Blood flowed from his mouth and nose, completely filling them. He was in such a miserable state that he could barely utter a single word, let alone oppose Qin Zhu.

The powerful beings from the higher planes have all arrived.

Judging from his attire, it is not difficult to tell that he is a Buddhist deity.

The leader is significantly stronger than Qin Zhu, and in a fight, he would likely easily defeat Qin Zhu.

Even so, he did not make a move against Qin Zhu.

The leader's attention, like Lin Yi's, was entirely focused on the red light above the River Styx.

He never expected that Qin Zhu would be so cunning, having such a backup plan and such ambition in order to fight against the gods. This was a far cry from Qin Zhu's usual honesty.

Over thousands of years, the myriad realms have developed according to their will.

Mahakasyapa, the leader, deeply understood this point.

When the Three Realms were first established, Maha Kasyapa also had a vote in the vote to send Qin Zhu to clear the wasteland and stabilize the order of the Three Realms.

Thousands of years ago, his strength was not even as great as Qin Zhu's.

Unfortunately, the higher plane was too nurturing, and his strength advanced by leaps and bounds. Thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye, and his strength had already surpassed Qin Zhu by a huge margin.

Thousands of years ago, he had witnessed the power of the Demon Tribe. They were warlike and born warriors, and had committed countless atrocities against the gods.

In order to put the gods on the side of justice, they betrayed their allies and paid a heavy price to wipe out the Demon Tribe.

Now, Maha Kassapa's strength far surpasses his former self, so why does fear surge uncontrollably in his heart when he sees the Naksha tribe again?

At this moment, why did he not even have the heart to deal with the traitors among the gods and rescue his subordinates?

boom!
The Nine Nether Bluestone Slab in front of Qin Zhu shattered with a crash.

A monster, three meters tall, with a blood-red body covered in sharp spikes, a face like a demon, flowing white hair, and a stature, stood firmly in front of Qin Zhu.

Bang bang bang!
The second one, the third one.

Countless red monsters appeared like dumplings being dropped into a pot, densely packed in front of Qin Zhu and the experts of the gods, ultimately completely blocking their view.

In terms of individual combat ability, these red monsters are far inferior to the masters of the gods. The masters sent by the gods can fight five or even ten at a time, but what stands before them are not dozens or hundreds of demons.

Instead, there are thousands of bloodthirsty monsters.

"Mr. Qin Zhu, thank you for saving our lives and for your help. Now, our Sha Gui tribe has a day when we can take revenge ourselves. Even if the entire Sha Gui tribe is burned to ashes, we will still help Mr. Qin Zhu protect the Nine Netherworld."

A demon, taller than the average demon and with a darker complexion than ordinary demons, landed in front of Qin Zhu and bowed deeply to him, expressing the gratitude of the entire demon tribe.

Qin Zhu smiled helplessly.

I didn't want to go this far, but the gods of heaven are pressing me relentlessly.

The reason he didn't open up the Nine Netherworld's intelligence agency was to conceal the fact that the Demon Slayer tribe was recuperating at the bottom of the River Styx.

Thus, everyone is happy. Although Qin Zhu concealed a major event from the gods, this event was merely Qin Zhu's trump card for survival. Even knowing of An Xing's existence, Qin Zhu did not choose to support An Xing and did his best to stabilize the Three Realms and Six Paths.

The Laughing Buddha was pressing closer and closer, and had even summoned experts from among the gods. No wonder Qin Guang had to reveal his trump card to save his life in advance.

"Save your thanks for later. Your Shattered Ghost Tribe doesn't need to guard the Nine Netherworld for me. I am not much different from you back then. We are all things that can be sacrificed. Come, let's fight together."

"Let these ten high-ranking gods from the upper plane know what the wrath of the Nine Netherworlds is."

At Qin Zhu's command, thousands of members of the Sha Gui tribe rushed forward and unleashed their pent-up anger from thousands of years upon the ten high-ranking gods.

The ruthlessness of abandoning those who have served their purpose, the betrayal they suffered for being too strong, and the thousands of years of waiting beneath the icy River Styx all acted as stimulants that ignited the fearlessness of death within the Demon Slayer tribe.

"Retreat! I've already notified the other experts. Our reinforcements will arrive soon. In the meantime, we must do our best to survive!"

The leader, Maha Kassapa, immediately shouted, trying to stabilize morale and thus the defensive line through command.

But at this moment, Qin Zhu had already started doing other things.

Water can carry a boat and it can overturn it.

In addition to stabilizing the inanimate plane, Qin Zhu also had the important task of guarding the Nine Netherworlds for the gods.

Now, he wants to go to the River Styx in the Netherworld to release Shakyamuni.

Shakyamuni Buddha revealed the ugly faces of all the gods in the heavens and the world, showing them their selfishness and self-interest, which led more and more people to join the ranks of those who rebelled against the gods.

At the same time, this was also Qin Zhu's pledge of allegiance to the Dark Star organization.

But when Qin Zhu arrived at the location of the Nine Nether River and sealed the place where Shakyamuni was, he found that there was no trace of Shakyamuni in the Nine Nether River.

Through his senses, Qin Zhu discovered that the eighteen levels of hell had been thoroughly explored by someone.

My secret has been known to others for a long time.

By touching the corpse of the divine weapon of the Punishment Department, Qin Zhu read some images of Lin Yi and his group entering the eighteen levels of hell.

The intruders were discovered to have entered the eighteen levels of hell through transformation and the use of tokens.

Qin Zhu pulled aside his personal guard and spoke with a serious expression.

"Let Qin Guang lead the Nine Nether Divine Soldiers to seal off the entire Nine Nether City. Those three guys shouldn't have gone far. They must leave their pledge of allegiance in the Nine Nether."

(End of this chapter)