After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

A fireball, interwoven with black and gold, struck the large, blood-red coffin.

Without the sound of planks breaking, the fireball entered the coffin lid, and the entire coffin collapsed and melted from the inside.

A roar, inhuman in sound, burst from the coffin:

"What kind of lowly ant dares to disrupt my 'Gathering Yin Formation'!"

The broken coffin was overturned by a gust of air.

A gray-black phantom, three zhang tall, rose from the ground.

He was clad in chainmail covered in rust, had a blue face and fangs, and two eerie green flames burning in his eye sockets.

Dozens of black chains, formed from the fragmented souls of the dead linked together, slithered around its body like venomous snakes.

Dragging it across the white marble floor tiles, it made a metallic scraping sound.

The Yin General appeared, and the illusion array completely collapsed.

Fatty Wang's eyesight returned to normal.

He looked closely and realized that he was holding a stinking, shriveled human skin in his hands, and was grinning like an idiot, mistaking it for a gold ingot.

Half a meter away from him was Yin Jiang's gaping, blood-red maw, emitting a foul stench.

"My goodness!"

Wang Pangzi yelled and threw the thing in his hand away, then scrambled back behind Zhou Ran.

The Red Widow and Aning also regained consciousness one after another.

Aning knelt on the blue bricks, vomiting bile, her whole body soaked in cold sweat.

Recalling the illusion he had just experienced, he realized that he had been holding a stone as if it were a source bone, kissing and gnawing on it, and a chill ran down his spine.

The Southern School of Tomb Raiders' most prized composure is less than a piece of paper in the face of the laws of the Underworld.

The Yin General in mid-air lowered his head, his eerie green eyes fixed on the living people below.

When its gaze swept over Zhou Ran, a human-like greed appeared on its distorted face.

"The primordial bloodline of the living?"

"More than two thousand years have passed, and there are still people with this kind of constitution living in the mortal world."

With a swing of its thick arm, the chains of the dead rose in unison.

"I am Li Gu, a patrolling demon under the Fifth Yama King."

"Use your precious body as a medicinal ingredient, offer it as a sacrifice to the commander, and I will be able to shed this ghostly shell and reshape my golden body!"

As Li Gu spoke, the chains lashed down on Zhou Ran's head like a dark cloud, accompanied by a mournful wail.

Fatty Wang picked up the Luoyang shovel and shouted:

"Ran-ge, step back!"

This thing suppresses the life force of living beings!

Zhou Ran stood with his hands in his pockets, not taking a single step back.

He looked up at the chains pressing down on him, his eyes filled with contempt.

A lowly patrolling spirit under the Fifth King Yama.

Even in the underworld, they might not have official positions, so why are you acting like a big shot here?

"A pretentious scoundrel."

His voice boomed through the corridor.

"With your meager yin energy, you're not even qualified to wash my feet."

"Arrogant!"

Yin Jiang sneered repeatedly, and the deathly aura on the chains of the dead surged.

Zhou Ran didn't even bother to use his magic weapon.

The "Great Wilderness Overlord Body Technique" was running wildly, and the black and gold Qilin pattern on his left arm emitted a dazzling halo. The extremely yang and strong blood and qi burst out of his body, enveloping his entire body in a layer of dark golden light.

Instead of dodging, he took the initiative to meet the falling chains head-on, using his left shoulder to brace against them.

clang--

The black chain lashed out at Zhou Ran's shoulder, sending sparks flying.

Zhou Ran's physical body didn't even sway.

In contrast, the Soul Chain, which was said to be able to extract the three souls and seven spirits of mortals, crackled and emitted billowing white smoke the moment it came into contact with the primordial energy.

The souls that formed the chains howled mournfully, turning into nothingness under the intense heat.

The ghostly fire in Yin Jiang's eye sockets throbbed violently.

It tried to pull back the chain, but couldn't budge it an inch.

Zhou Ran stretched out his left hand and grabbed the smoking iron chain.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and the power of an ancient beast flowed through his muscle fibers.

"Get down here!"

With a loud shout, he pulled his right arm back sharply.

The three-zhang-tall Yin general couldn't maintain his balance and was torn from mid-air by a savage force.

Its massive body drew an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the floor tiles.

Cracks appeared, and pebbles scattered everywhere.

Before Yin Jiang could even let out a wail, Zhou Ran bent his legs slightly and launched himself forward like a cannonball.

He completed a mid-air turn, bent his left knee, and with boiling Qilin patterns coiled around it, he slammed it down with tremendous force onto the chainmail on the Yin general's chest.

Click!

The armor was smashed to pieces, and the entire chest area was dented.

Yin Jiang opened his mouth wide and spewed out a large plume of black death energy.

Its remaining instincts drove it to want to self-destruct its soul, taking the living with it.

Zhou Ran's eyes narrowed slightly as he opened his right hand.

A pitch-black vortex of devouring energy appeared in his palm, and the Yin-Yang Technique was activated accordingly.

The deathly aura that had been rampaging on the eve of Yin Jiang's self-destruction was completely sucked away by the vortex.

The pure Yin Realm essence flowed straight into the meridians and was completely thrown into the three-colored dantian, to be used as nourishment for the future formation of the dantian.

The moment the embryo accepted this primordial energy, it trembled slightly.

Three beams of light, each a different color, intertwined and flowed, becoming more vibrant than before the absorption.

A mere patrolling evil spirit has a pitifully thin source of power.

But even a mosquito's leg is still meat, and something is better than nothing.

From the moment the underworld general broke open the coffin and uttered his wildest words to the moment he was killed by his bare hands, it took less than ten seconds.

In the corner, A Ning stared intently at Zhou Ran's back, which was surrounded by black and gold aura.

Her hands were still trembling.

It wasn't the lingering fear from the illusion that made her realize it, but rather the fact that the scene before her was completely beyond her calculations.

The S-class assassin that her employer borrowed from the Holy Radiance Consortium at great expense was, in her mind, the pinnacle of human combat prowess.

But that three-zhang-tall underworld general.

Even in the employer's top-secret documents, things are marked in red as "invincible".

He was pulled down from the sky like a chick by the man in front of him, and his heart was smashed by a knee.

Ah Ning's Adam's apple bobbed.

Only one thought remained in my mind:

If the employer and this person were to meet head-on, who would have a better chance of winning?

The eerie wind inside the main hall completely dissipated.

Zhou Ran twisted his neck, and his joints made a popping sound like popping beans.

Having absorbed the essence of a patrolling Yin general, the pent-up irritability within his body, caused by his inability to form a core over a long period, eased somewhat.

He casually brushed the dust off his tactical boots, raised his chin, and pointed towards the depths of the tunnel.

"Keep clearing the way. I have a feeling there are a lot of these things down there."

His gaze swept over the Red Widow, who lay motionless on the ground, and then landed on Aning, who was still clutching the folding shovel.

The Red Widow scrambled to her feet and, driven by the Little Rouzi Gu, cautiously walked forward.

Ah Ning didn't dare to delay, gripped the folding shovel tightly again, and followed closely behind.

The group passed through the broken blood coffin and reached the end of the bronze corridor.

The space ahead suddenly opened up.

Ah Ning, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped in her tracks, almost dropping the flashlight in her hand.

She looked up at the scene before her, and gasped in surprise:

"God……

What exactly is that thing...?

The group stepped off the last step of the bronze passageway and entered an underground cavern that was larger than any human could imagine.

The altimeter completely malfunctioned here.

The beam of the flashlight couldn't even reach the opposite rock wall.

The air here is extremely thin, but there is no suffocating feeling.

A faint silver glow floated in the space, like scattered diamonds on a dark curtain.

The most unsettling thing is the change in gravity.

Wang Pangzi had just taken a big step forward when he was lifted into the air, more than two feet off the ground, flailing his arms and legs trying to find a foothold.

"Brother Ran, this place is weird!"

"How come my 200-plus pounds of flesh feels as light as a goose feather?"