I subdue demons and monsters, and cultivate immortality in hell to become a saint.

We have arrived at Yinshan.

Eighty million ghost soldiers blotted out the sky and the sun, their dark clouds swallowing the sun and moon. When their army crushed down, heaven and earth trembled, as if the power of the entire underworld was being swept up by this torrent, unstoppable.

Yinshan Mountain was already majestic and precipitous, but compared to the eighty million ghost soldiers, it appeared as small as a hill. This was a terrifying force that could crush all the mountains and rivers in the world and crush all obstacles!

"arrive!"

The Dark Abyss Demon King pointed towards Yin Mountain, his voice hoarse with excitement, "I, the Dark Abyss Demon King, have returned! This time, the Underworld will perish!"

The rulers of Hanming and Guyou followed his finger, their eyes flashing with cold light, their tone full of disdain: "No matter how treacherous Yinshan Mountain is, no matter how elite the Underworld forces are, they are nothing but a pile of ashes before our allied forces!"

The two kings were bursting with confidence.

The two transcendent forces of the underworld have joined forces, an unprecedented event, and the combined power is enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

An army of eighty million! Who in the entire underworld could stop them?

Needless to say, the advantages are already fully realized.

An epic battle in the underworld has begun.

Dark clouds rolled in, a chilling wind blew, and the world seemed to change color.

"Ancient Nether Army, attack!"

"Frost Warriors, charge!"

At the command, eighty million ghost soldiers stirred up towering black clouds, like a surging torrent, and rushed towards Yin Mountain, determined to completely submerge this barrier of the underworld.

In the shadows, countless forces were watching this great battle closely, and they were all terrified by the sight of it.

"The Underworld is finished. They simply can't withstand such a massive military force!"

Some people sighed, saying that they had previously hoped that the underworld had some trump cards, but now they realized that in the face of absolute power, all trump cards are illusory.

The Dark Abyss Demon King's face twisted in a grotesque grimace as he laughed triumphantly, "Hahaha! Underworld Lord, your death is at hand! My long-awaited revenge is finally complete!"

The ghosts of the ancient You Kingdom are skilled in magic, and they are surrounded by wisps of black smoke, with dark clouds above their heads.

The ghostly army of the Cold Nether Kingdom seemed both real and illusory, their demonic energy surging, while the abyssal monsters beneath them roared like the wind, their movements filled with chilling killing intent.

On Yinshan Mountain, the expressions of millions of Yin soldiers changed drastically. Those who showed fear were the "inferior Yin soldiers" that Zhong Jiu had just summoned. For example, the Yellow Turban Army had never seen such a scene before, and it was fortunate that they did not collapse on the spot.

But Bai Qi's core elite troops remained unmoved, with 400,000 Kuangyi soldiers at the forefront, their eyes burning with bloodthirsty excitement.

Such an earth-shattering battle has never occurred in the mortal realm; only the underworld, a land teeming with ghosts, could support such a grand spectacle.

It is said that the underworld has hundreds of millions of soldiers. If not, how could it control the vast underworld?

At this moment, of the eight million Yin soldiers that Zhong Jiu had summoned, only half were capable of fighting, and the other half could only fight when things were going well. The real source of his confidence was the twelve million well-trained elite troops under Bai Qi's command.

"Set up the formation!"

Bai Qi's eyes were filled with fervor. He had never commanded a battle of this scale in his life. With a single command, a formation was instantly set up on Yinshan Mountain.

Seven million Yin soldiers formed the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, like the divine beast Xuanwu coiled among the mountains, heavy and steady.

Five million elite troops stood arrayed on the mountainside, weapons raised high, ready to strike;

Of the eight million new Yin soldiers, half of the brave warriors were ready to fight, while the other half instinctively retreated, revealing their cowardice.

Zhong Jiu felt a headache coming on and muttered to himself: The ghost soldiers drawn by this system are getting more and more useless.

The Yellow River Formation was completed, but the 80 million-strong allied army still pressed forward relentlessly.

In their view, with a gap of several times that of the opponent, there was no need for tactics; they could simply crush them all.

The 40 million-strong army charged directly into the formation, while the remaining 40 million split up to encircle and climb up Yinshan Mountain.

"kill!"

Five million elite troops on the mountainside, positioned high above, charged down the mountain.

Bai Qi made hand seals, drawing upon the power of heaven and earth to empower his Yin soldiers. Using the techniques of the Yin Fu Jing's military strategy chapter, he caused the Yin soldiers' strength to increase by 30% out of thin air.

The four million new ghost soldiers, seeing this, were filled with envy and rushed into the battlefield.

Faced with the remaining forty million ghost soldiers of the allied forces who were attempting to encircle the Underworld, Bai Qi shouted, "Please, my lord, make your move!"

He knew that although his ghost soldiers were stronger than the allied forces, they were no match for 80 million men. He needed the power of the Yin God of Fengdu.

"If you don't act now, when will you?"

Zhong Jiu spoke calmly, and as soon as he finished speaking, the heads of each department, the Black and White Impermanence, the Ox-Head, and the Four Great Underworld Marshals all rushed into the battlefield.

Wielding powerful magical weapons, they slaughtered the allied forces as easily as mowing grass, crushing everything in their path with unstoppable force.

Although some experts in the allied forces stepped forward to stop them, they were no match for them. The underworld gods cultivated the divine path and were blessed by incense offerings from the mortal world, making their strength far superior to that of the allied forces' experts.

Even so, it still seemed like a drop in the ocean against an allied army of 80 million.

Zhong Jiu was prepared. He made hand seals and shouted coldly, "Activate the formation!"

Twelve blazing banners descended from the sky, engulfing the battlefield in flames.

The denser the battle, the more terrifying the power of the Blazing Sky Banner. As fireballs fell, the allied ghost soldiers caught in the blast instantly screamed in agony. With just this one strike, hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers were annihilated.

Chung Kau used every trick in the book: "Summoning wind and rain, turning beans into soldiers!"

Above the sky, thunderclouds gathered. Unlike dark clouds, these were thunderclouds filled with masculine power, and thunder is the nemesis of ghosts!

Rumble!

Thunderclouds rolled in, a fierce wind blew, and torrential rain carrying electric arcs poured down, instantly turning anyone who touched it into smoke, utterly powerless to resist.

Nine colossal wind and thunder dragons burst forth from the thunderclouds, roaring as they swooped down to the ground, instantly devouring the million-strong allied army!

The art of turning beans into soldiers was taken to its extreme, with tens of thousands of golden-armored celestial soldiers bursting out of the ground, their golden light dazzling, rushing down from Yinshan Mountain and tearing apart the allied forces' formation with overwhelming force.

When Zhong Jiu makes a move, it's earth-shattering!

The power of a great supernatural being is such that one can turn one's hand to create clouds or rain; in the blink of an eye, millions of lives can be annihilated and the world can change color.

In a short while, millions of allied troops died under Zhong Jiu's supernatural powers. The massive torrent of ghost troops was instantly cleared out, and casualties continued to increase rapidly.

The two kings watching from afar suddenly changed their expressions, their faces filled with horror.

"What terrifying supernatural power! What a powerful aura!"

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Is this the ruler of the underworld?"

The King of the Ancient Nether Kingdom exclaimed in shock, "He has annihilated millions of ghost soldiers in a short time! If this continues, he alone could slaughter tens of millions of my allied forces!"

The King of Hanming's expression was ashen: "The intelligence is wrong! This Lord of the Underworld is not only a great supernatural being, but his strength is comparable to the Earthly Ancestor of the Far West!"

The Earthly Ancestor is an old monster who has lived in the underworld for countless years. His cultivation is extraordinary. He lives alone in the far west, and all forces in the underworld avoid him. He has the power to slaughter cities and destroy countries on his own, enough to annihilate any transcendent force.

Now, the ruler of the underworld is actually such a person!

The King of Guyou Kingdom flew into a rage, coldly sweeping his gaze over the Dark Abyss Demon King, his tone icy and piercing: "Dark Abyss, give me an explanation!"

The previous intimacy has long since vanished.

The Dark Abyss Demon King cursed him a thousand times in his heart, but on the surface he looked completely bewildered: "Your Majesty, I had no idea that the Lord of the Underworld was so terrifying!"

He was already panicked. He didn't know much about the underworld and was only focused on revenge. He never thought he would provoke such a ruthless character.

The King of Hanming spoke with deep regret: "We've committed a grave disaster this time! Even if we can destroy the Underworld, who can stop such a powerful being from escaping? If he hides in the shadows to seek revenge, he could slaughter one of our cities today and destroy one of your kingdoms tomorrow. In the long run, both of us will perish!"

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have gotten involved in this rotten war.

"Dark Abyss, you deserve to die!" The Ancient Netherworld King was furious, his cold eyes fixed on Dark Abyss.

"Your Majesties, please calm down. That Lord of the Underworld may not truly possess extraordinary abilities!" The Dark Abyss Demon King's throat tightened as he forced himself to remain calm and argue.

"We can't scare ourselves!"

"He must be relying on some kind of heaven-defying treasure!"

"They've simply set up some killing formations in secret!"

"It's more likely that they ingested a forbidden drug that would drastically increase their combat power, which will inevitably have a fatal backlash afterward!"

He spoke with increasing certainty, as if he had discovered a profound truth, and declared sharply, "If the Lord of the Underworld were truly invincible, how could he cower in his territory and dare not expand? In my opinion, he is nothing but a paper tiger, inflated by hype!"

Upon hearing this, the two kings were slightly moved, and found that it made some sense.

"Things have come to this point, we must fight to the death with the Underworld! If we join forces, we will surely capture and kill this scoundrel!" The King of Hanming was decisive and ruthless. Although he regretted his actions, he remained clear-headed.

"That's the only way!"

The King of Guyou took a deep breath, his cold gaze sweeping over An Yuan, a murderous intent rising in his heart: "Once this matter is settled, I will settle accounts with you!"

In order to entice the ancient ghosts to send troops, the Dark Abyss denigrated the Underworld to the point of being worthless.

But when the war actually started, they realized that the underworld officials were fearless and their fighting power was terrifying.

If it weren't for the vast disparity in troop strength, they would have been utterly defeated by now.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two kings took to the air. As powerful figures in their respective regions, they were confident that their combined strength would shake the heavens and the earth.

Seeing the two of them soar into the sky, the Dark Abyss Demon King cursed under his breath, his face turning sinister.

"Useless! You can't beat me, so you take it out on me. Who would have thought the Lord of the Underworld would be so terrifying!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes darting around, his mind racing: "They want me to stay and be a scapegoat? Dream on!"

"If they won't keep me here, there are plenty of other places that will! I'll slip away first and save my life!"

The Dark Abyss Demon King immediately considered retreating.

The war has begun, and it will be a fight to the death. He has achieved his goal, so why should he be buried here with him?

He decided it would be better to flee first and observe the situation. Once he made up his mind, he turned and ran away.

The ruler of the Ancient Nether Kingdom has always been domineering, and no one has ever dared to defy his will. They never dreamed that the usually respectful Dark Abyss would desert in the face of battle.

The Ghost Clan regarded Dark Abyss as the king's confidant, and no Ghost dared to obstruct him.

The instigator has fled, and the two kings, with overwhelming power, are heading straight for Yinshan, their target Zhong Jiu.