Yama Rising

In contrast with the regimented and disciplined army of Hell, the army of the Xinglan Division and the Nigu Division had inferior equipment and no organized training experience. However, they were demonic deities who had fought against the mighty army of the Yellow Emperor, and not only were they not intimidated by the advance of Hell's army, their bloodlust and killing intent were stimulated instead.

With Resentment leading the charge, the army let loose a collective roar, and in the next instant, the ground began to quake violently as hundreds of demonic deities charged forward in an unstoppable wave.

Retreat was not an option for either side.

In this instant, Zhuolu had transformed into the most primitive and most brutal of arenas, and only one side could emerge alive!

The eruption of Yin energy transformed the two armies into a pair of gargantuan, inky-black asteroids that were crashing toward one another with all their might, trying to completely and utterly destroy the other at all cost. The killing intent radiating from the two armies was so fearsome that even the earth was groaning.

The inner demon looked on with an intense gaze at the back, having already pulled out the bloodstained boneshard, which it was massaging incessantly in a nervous manner.

Something's not right!

It only took 40 seconds for all of the heavy cavalry units of Hell to reach their top speed, and directly opposing them was a stone mountain. Were they preparing to forcibly charge their way right through it?

The most important assets for heavy cavalry were speed and momentum, yet it appeared as if they were about to sacrifice all of that! Had they gone insane?

Right at this moment, a gentle voice rang out across the entirety of Zhuolu, and the inner demon faltered slightly before immediately raising its head to try and find the source of the voice.

Qin Ye had already risen up into the heavens, and the clouds of Yin energy released by the tens of thousands of heavy cavalry troops were churning incessantly. He stood like a bright moon above the river of darkness, and as his voice rang out, all of the Yin energy in all directions seemed to fall still before rapidly converging behind him!

A sense of foreboding immediately welled up in the inner demon's heart upon seeing this. This was only its instinct, but it knew that it would be unwise not to trust this instinct. Thus, it should immediately issue words of caution to its allies, but how could it go about doing that?

As the only being above the Yama-King level, the inner demon was the undisputed leader of this army. If it were to suddenly yell out for everyone to be careful, the entire army would immediately become extremely tentative. Furthermore, they didn't even know where the danger was coming from!

As the inner demon was hesitating about how to proceed, Qin Ye's robes were blown directly upward in mid-air as fierce Yin wind howled around him, forming a giant black hole behind him that was over 100 kilometers in radius!

Countless specks of netherfire were flashing frantically within the black hole, as if to heed the call of the ruler of Hell. At the same time, the talismans on the surface of an inky-black coffin near the skeletal wall spontaneously erupted into flame. The lid of the coffin was slowly lifted amid a burst of creaking and groaning, following which boundless Yin energy erupted out into the open.

Veins were bulging on Qin Ye's forehead as he drew a trail of blood along the blade of his sword with his fingers. His voice was also growing louder and louder, until his chanting resembled rumbling thunder.

The inner demon was gritting its teeth tightly as it inspected its surroundings, and as Qin Ye's chanting grew louder and louder, the entire space began to rumble incessantly. This was a call being made by the ruler of Hell in person, and it could be sensed across all three realms. In this instant, all of the paramount beings within the three realms turned their attention toward Zhuolu in unison.

Within the short span of just 20 seconds, the incantation was completed, and an earth-shattering boom suddenly erupted out of the black hole of Yin energy behind Qin Ye. At the same time, the coffin lying behind the skeletal wall was finally completely opened.

The faint sound of crashing waves rang out across the entire sky, yet the two charging armies paid it no heed and continued to advance toward one another.

From above, one would be able to see that the two armies were no more than two kilometers apart at this point.

The army of demonic ghostly immortals had already gotten into formation beside the stone mountain, and they were led by three Abyssal Prefects.

The inner demon didn't pay any heed to that. Its gaze had been focused on Qin Ye this entire time. From the moment that the sound of the waves had begun to ring, it had immediately sensed that something was wrong. As the sound of the crashing waves grew louder and louder, the sense of foreboding in its heart also became more and more pronounced.

It was sure that it had heard this sound somewhere before, but it couldn't quite recall where.

All of a sudden, its expression abruptly stiffened, and on this occasion, it yelled without any hesitation, "Retreat!"

Resentment turned in mid-air toward the inner demon with a dumbstruck expression. The two armies hadn't even clashed yet, and retreating at a time like this definitely wasn't a wise decision.

With that in mind, he gritted his teeth and pretended not to have heard the inner demon, then continued to charge directly toward Qin Ye as a wave of reddish-black Yin energy.

Right at this moment, the sound of the crashing waves crescendoed to a peak, and the enormous Yin energy vortex behind Qin Ye exploded violently, sending a massive body of Yin energy that was as viscous as water flooding out into the open!

It was as if a massive dam had suddenly been broken, resulting in a ferocious flood.

In that instant, time seemed to have fallen completely still.

All of the Yin soldiers and demonic ghostly immortals suddenly discovered that they were unable to hear any sound. The Yin soldiers continued onward without pause, while all of the demonic ghostly immortals raised their heads in unison, staring at the vast waves of Yin energy crashing down from the heavens with incredulous expressions.

It was the Yellow Springs!

Right above the Yellow Springs was a majestic seal that was glowing as it hovered in mid-air. The nine dragons carved etched onto its surface seemed to sprung to life, releasing tiny pillars of water out of their mouths. However, these pillars of water expanded drastically as soon as they emerged, and by the time they reached the ground, they had already swelled to become enormous waterfalls!

That's King Yanluo's Seal!

The inner demon turned to Qin Ye with a stunned expression, realizing that it had underestimated Hell's determination to hunt it down.

The waterfalls crashing down from the heavens and the heavy cavalry charging along the ground formed an inescapable wall of destruction, and the inner demon knew that if the army of demonic ghostly immortals were to be struck by the Yellow Springs, the outcome would be utterly catastrophic!

It had already been stunned into silence. There was no way that the forces of the Nigu Division and the Xinglan Division could oppose the turbulent Yellow Springs, and all that it could hope for now was that they could retreat in time to escape the Yellow Springs.

In the sky above, Resentment was also completely rooted to the spot.

Having never participated in collectivized military warfare, there was no way that he could've been prepared for this, and this was why Hell had the confidence and courage to launch an attack, even though the forces on both sides were evenly matched.

Having only recently been resurrected, there was no way that the inner demon's forces would possess any powerful artifacts.

In addition to that, Hell had far more advanced weaponry at its disposal, thereby culminating in a significant advantage!

"Retreat!" Resentment looked on in horror at the oncoming Yellow Springs. He had no intention of experiencing the terrifying power imbued within the Yellow Springs for himself.

"Retreat! Retreat!" he frantically yelled over and over again while rushing back toward the stronghold as quickly as he could.

Right behind him, the Abyssal Prefects and Infernal Judges of the Nigu Division and the Xinglan Division were also frantically rushing back in retreat. They didn't know what was coming at them, but they knew that they couldn't ignore the overwhelming sense of peril that had welled up in their hearts.

At this point, the tens of thousands of heavy cavalry were only 1,500 meters away from the stone mountain.

The flags of the 10 major branches of the army were raised in unison, resembling dragons and phoenixes spreading their wings and taking flight into the heavens!

"Charge!" the entire army roared in unison, and their collective voices were like rumbling thunder rolling across the landscape.

In the instant that this order was issued, the tens of thousands of heavy cavalry units sprang up in unison, forming a leaping black wave on the horizon. Even the demonic ghostly immortals and 73 immortals were heavily intimidated by this astonishing sight.

The heavy cavalry units had formed an unbroken tidal wave that seemed to be capable of destroying all obstacles in their way, and that tidal wave was coming directly toward them!

They could even see the scorching netherfire burning beneath the visors of the heavy cavalry units charging at the forefront, as well as the light gleaming off their menacing spears.

However, their astonishment didn't end there. As they continued to look on, all of the heavy cavalry units landed on the Yellow Springs instead of descending back down onto the ground. The Yellow Springs carried them higher and higher, making them resemble heavenly warriors that had descended from the heavens, and the spears of all of the heavy cavalry units were aimed directly at them.

The Yellow Springs were inundating Zhuolu!

In the face of this all-conquering wave, all of the low-grade demonic ghostly immortals at the forefront could only look on in shock and horror.

In their mind, the stone mountain was their only salvation. Escape was already impossible, so the only thing that they could rely on to save them seemed to be this stone mountain.

In the next instant, a doomsday-like scene ensued.

The Yellow Springs crashed violently into the stone mountain, sending massive splashes of inky-black water spraying in all directions. The water of the Yellow Springs fell from above like stars plummeting down from the sky, followed by the formidable heavy cavalry units.

The low-grade demonic ghostly immortals down below didn't even get a chance to cry out before they were completely inundated by the Yellow Springs.

At the same time, the ground began to tremble violently as countless spears and arrows were aimed directly toward Zhuolu. Resentment, Lust, Envy, Insanity, and the inner demon were all gathered together, exchanging silent glances with one another. They were so stunned that they had lost the ability to speak, and the only thing that they could see was the indomitable army of Hell carried by the waves of the Yellow Springs.

They weren't in fear. Instead, they were humiliated!

This was a rematch of the most significant battle in Cathayan history. They had thought that the descendants of the Yellow Emperor wouldn't pose much obstacle to their plight at all, and never did they think that they would be so completely and utterly crushed from the very outset of the battle!

It was as if they were being told that this era no longer belonged to them, that the times had already left them far behind.

After a long while, Lust finally recovered from her stunned stupor. Not only was she not disheartened at the sight of how formidable Hell was, she was brimming with killing intent. "It looks like we really underestimated the descendants of the Yellow Emperor."

Envy turned toward the inner demon before asking, "You said that you have a way to resurrect our king. Are you sure?"

"You're still suspecting me even at a time like this?" the inner demon scoffed. "That was the first condition of the agreement that we signed, I wouldn't lie about something so important."

Envy nodded in response. "Open the Myriad Soul Pagoda!"

The other Yama-Kings immediately turned toward him upon hearing this.

Envy took a deep breath, then sighed, "The times have changed..."

The formidable display put on by Hell's army had crushed their pride and arrogance.

"If we can't resurrect our king on this occasion, I don't think we'll ever get another chance. If we're unable to resurrect our king, then there's no reason for us to continue to exist. We should've disappeared into history long ago, and I would be too ashamed to continue living if we're defeated once again by the descendants of the Yellow Emperor."