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

Killing and winning battles were commonplace for Bai Qi.

At this moment, killing a heavily wounded Ghost King was as easy as crushing an ant, and he casually tossed the head of the Crimson Prison Ghost King into the formation.

But this one sentence and this one head completely ignited the entire battlefield!

The ghost kings, who were engaged in a fierce battle with Zhu Yan, paled upon seeing this, their eyes flashing with extreme panic. They cried out in shock, "Big Brother is dead?!"

"How could my elder brother have been killed?!"

"Oh no, what do we do?!"

At this moment, they finally understood the regret of the Crimson Prison Ghost King. He was peacefully cultivating in the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom, so why did he have to covet the territory of Nanling Province and wade into this mess?

Ambition, in the end, was the culprit that killed them!

"The Crimson Prison Demon King is dead!"

"The Crimson Prison Demon King is dead!"

The morale of the three million soul soldiers surged, and they shouted in unison, their voices soaring into the sky and shaking the heavens and earth.

A spirit general used a halberd to lift the head of the Crimson Prison Ghost King high in the air. All the ghost soldiers who witnessed this scene were terrified and lost all power to resist.

Without a leader, defeat is inevitable!

The millions of demon soldiers collapsed instantly, abandoning their armor and weapons and fleeing in panic, their cries of "Run!" echoing throughout the land.

"I'm going back to the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom, and I'll never come out again in this lifetime!"

"Spare me! I know I was wrong, please don't kill me anymore!"

On the battlefield, chaos reigned. Some fled, some begged for mercy, and some put up a stubborn resistance. The ghost army's casualties skyrocketed instantly, with corpses scattered everywhere and ghostly energy soaring into the sky.

"General!"

A spirit general strode forward, bowed, and asked, "The ghost army has been routed. General, please advise on how to handle this?"

Bai Qi's gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield, his voice indifferent and devoid of any warmth: "No prisoners will be taken."

"Yes, sir!"

The general felt a chill run down his spine, immediately turned around, and roared fiercely, "Pass on the general's order: take no prisoners, kill them all!"

With a single command, the million-strong ghost army faces its doom!

Three million soul soldiers, like tigers descending a mountain or wheat being harvested, rampaged through the ghost army, reaping heads along the way without showing any mercy.

Of the eight ghost kings, seven were killed in the chaos. Only the Green Ghost King reacted quickly. Seeing the situation was bad, he used all his strength to escape the battlefield in a sorry state, even losing his ghost weapon along the way.

The 400,000-strong Mad Yi Army was even more ferocious. For every ghost soldier they killed, they could absorb a wisp of Yin energy, making them even stronger in battle. Their resentment also became more intense, and their killing speed was more than ten times that of ordinary soul soldiers.

Meanwhile, the phantom of Zhu Yan in mid-air was constantly absorbing the Yin energy of the fallen ghost army, its form becoming more and more solid, and its violent aura becoming more and more terrifying.

A strong military is forged in the crucible of blood and fire.

With a roar, Zhu Yan leaped into the rout of the ghost army. With a wide-open maw, it swallowed two hundred thousand ghost soldiers whole. Its yin energy surged, and its power grew even stronger!

The outcome of this battle was already predetermined; what remained was nothing more than a one-sided reaping.

Even if the millions of ghost soldiers stood still and let them kill them, it would still take a considerable amount of time.

On the battlefield, Bai Qi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze indifferent as he watched the carnage before him. Blood and ghostly energy intertwined around him, and the name "Ghost Butcher" resounded throughout the underworld and the ghost realm. No one knew of him, and no one was unafraid of him.

The Green Ghost King was already in a panic and had nowhere to run. The sounds of killing behind him were deafening, terrifying him to the point of utter despair.

"How terrifying is the underworld... How terrifying is Bai Qi!"

He ran frantically, laughing bitterly, "The Ghost Mother is right. We ghosts are meant to submit to the rule of the Underworld. To even think of rebelling is simply courting death!"

I had advised the Crimson Prison Ghost King not to covet the incense offerings of Nanling Province and not to easily become an enemy of the Underworld, but at that time the Crimson Prison Ghost King was so ambitious that he wouldn't listen to any advice.

Now, the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom has been completely destroyed, its million-strong ghost army has vanished into thin air, and of the eight great ghost kings, only he remains, barely clinging to life.

The Green Ghost King harbored no desire for revenge, only fear and regret. He only wanted to escape Nanling Province as soon as possible, to escape this land that haunted his nightmares.

Rumor has it that the Western Continent has become the domain of the Ghost Clan, and the only option is to go there, live in anonymity, and never set foot in the East again.

The Green Ghost King had been fleeing for his life and had lost all sense of direction. After staggering and regaining his footing, he was shocked to find himself lying on the banks of the Chu River.

Where is this place?

Green Ethereal gazes ahead, where the Chu River surges and waves crash against the shore, their roar echoing across the land.

"If we go down the Chu River, we can escape from Nanling Province!" He was overjoyed and set his course to flee.

But the next second, a loud explosion suddenly erupted in the Chu River, and a hundred-foot-long dragon broke through the waves, its dragon might sweeping across all directions.

The physical body of the Dragon King of Chujiang is dead, but his soul has been given a mission by Zhong Jiu: to guard the Chujiang River for thirty years, specializing in controlling floods and capturing evil spirits.

Upon catching sight of the Green Ghost King, the Dragon Lord's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he pounced forward in a flash.

Although his strength is not at its peak, it would be easy for the Green Ghost King to subdue a desperate criminal.

In just a few moves, the Green Ghost King was completely subdued by the Dragon Lord, utterly powerless to resist.

The Dragon King was overjoyed and laughed loudly, "Heaven is on my side! Handing this beast over to the City God will surely make up for my ten-year term of guarding the city!"

Meanwhile, on another battlefield, Bai Qi had already led his soul soldiers to massacre the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom, and mountains of corpses and seas of blood instantly spread out.

On Chung Gau's side, it was the same overwhelming battle.

Although the Asura race is known for its bravery and skill in battle, it is no match for the underworld. The officials of the City God's Palace did not even have to be fully mobilized; they only needed their soul soldiers to suppress the Asura race.

Soul soldiers poured out of the underworld in an endless stream, their blades gleaming coldly. With each strike, they severed the head of an Asura, causing the Asura race to retreat in defeat.

It should be noted that the Asura race possesses the innate talent of an indestructible blood sea and an everlasting clan, yet even so, under the relentless onslaught of the Netherworld Soul Soldiers, they could only flee in disarray.

Above the sky, the Great Ape King stood alone, confronting all the powerful members of the Asura clan head-on. His aura was fully unleashed, and no one could get close to him.

Both were fearless fighters, locked in a fierce battle, their exchanges filled with a tempestuous barrage of attacks, devoid of any defense, each move deadly and each punch landing with full force.

"That felt great! That felt so good!"

The Great Ape King grew stronger with each battle, but even with his innate superhuman strength, he began to feel somewhat fatigued under the intense fighting.

This feeling was something the Great Ape King had forgotten for a hundred years; only the group of Asura powerhouses before him could give him a truly satisfying battle.

In contrast, the Asura clan's powerful warriors no longer displayed the ecstatic joy they usually showed when facing battle; instead, their faces were solemn, and they felt an unprecedented pressure weighing on their hearts.

The Great Ape King's combat power far exceeded their imagination. Every collision caused their blood to surge and their souls to tremble. Only one thought remained in their minds: That monkey is simply terrifying beyond belief!

Regardless of their respective moods, this deadly battle showed no signs of abating.

"Again!"

With a roar, the Great Ape King swept out his giant club, unleashing terrifying combat power that shattered the surrounding void and sent shockwaves sweeping across the heavens and earth.

The powerful members of the Asura clan gritted their teeth and faced the challenge head-on, but it was nothing more than moths drawn to a flame.

This time, the Great Ape King unleashed its full power, transforming into its ultimate battle form. Standing three zhang tall, it had protruding fangs and sharp teeth, blood-red eyes, and sharp barbs growing on its shoulders, exuding a terrifying aura.

boom!

With a deafening crash, the giant club slammed into the chest of the Asura clan chief, sending him flying thousands of feet away. Blood gushed from his mouth in mid-air, and his aura instantly weakened, leaving him almost completely powerless.

Seeing this, Zhong Jiu calmly withdrew his gaze, his eyes completely unmoved. The outcome was already decided, and watching any further would be superfluous.

In the aerial battle, the Great Ape King held a firm grip on victory; on the ground, the officials of the City God's Palace crushed their opponents.

As for the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom, with Bai Qi in charge, they must have already annihilated the Black Mountain Ghosts.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Zhong Jiu's lips as he thought to himself: Those arrogant ghost soldiers should now be experiencing what it means to feel despair that penetrates to the bone.

Even Bai Qi was secretly astonished by the combat power of the Soul Army under his command; dealing with a small Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom would be a piece of cake for them.

Just when both battlefields were victorious and the overall situation was settled, dozens of streaks of light suddenly pierced the sky, carrying a sharp killing intent, and rushed straight toward Zhong Jiu's location.

"Who goes there?!"

The Black and White Impermanence reacted extremely quickly, taking a step forward and unleashing both palms simultaneously. The immense Yin energy transformed into two palm prints, rushing straight towards the stream of light.

But the next second, a chess piece quietly fell, effortlessly annihilating the attack of the Black and White Impermanence.

Immediately afterwards, the Old Immortal of Penglai led a group of cultivation masters and slowly appeared, their auras chilling, their eyes fixed on Zhong Jiu.

"Oh?"

Zhong Jiu raised an eyebrow, let out a cold laugh, and said with disdain, "I didn't expect that the Buddhist sect's backup plan would be aimed at me."