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

"not good!"

The ancient king of You Kingdom was utterly annihilated. He knew better than anyone how terrifying his Annihilation Divine Light was, so he hastily summoned a bell-shaped ghost artifact covered in ghost patterns and placed it on his head.

hum!

With a loud bang, the bell trembled violently, cracks appeared everywhere, barely managing to block the attack, but he himself was also shaken so badly that his blood and qi surged, and black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, the Frost Netherworld Royal City, with its earth-shattering force, crashed down on Zhong Jiu!

Zhong Jiu remained motionless, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and his arms suddenly raised high, actually holding the entire magnificent royal city in his palms!

Like Pangu who created the world, he carried the Frosty Netherworld City forward, his countless ghost soldiers beneath his feet unable to escape and all were trampled into dust, their screams rising and falling, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

The King of Hanming panicked completely. His mind raced as he tried to recall his natal royal city, only to find that his connection with Hanming Royal City had been completely severed. An invisible force was firmly controlling the city, and even though he was the creator, he was powerless to do anything about it!

"This...this is impossible!"

He screamed in disbelief, "The Frost Netherworld City is my natal magical artifact! How could someone forcibly sever the connection with it?!"

Zhong Jiu glanced at him, sensing his thoughts, and a cold, sarcastic smile appeared on her lips: "Want to go back? Fine."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Jiu hurled the Frost Netherworld City into the air, then unleashed a powerful punch: "Heavenly Dragon Strike!"

The dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the fist wind, carrying a world-destroying power, slammed heavily onto the Frost Netherworld City!

The magnificent royal city trembled violently, cracks instantly spreading throughout its entire body, teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Run!"

The King of Hanming was terrified and turned to flee, but it was too late.

The Frost Netherworld City, amplified by the force of the punch, hurtled towards him like a meteor, exploding with a deafening roar when it was still hundreds of meters away!

Boom, boom, boom...

The deafening roar shook the underworld for millions of miles, and the Frosty Netherworld City instantly exploded. Burning ghost buildings fell like rain, crushing countless fleeing ghost soldiers to death.

The Hanming Kingdom's ruler, who was at the center of the explosion, was instantly engulfed by the terrifying shockwave, his body shattering inch by inch, and black blood gushing out.

With his last ounce of strength, he stretched out his hand and pointed it at Zhong Jiu from afar, his eyes filled with overwhelming regret. If he had known this would happen, why did he have to become Zhong Jiu's enemy?

But there's no going back.

The next moment, a torrential downpour suddenly descended from the sky, but it was an eerie blood red. A great supernatural being had fallen, and heaven and earth mourned as the blood rain poured down.

A mournful and sorrowful atmosphere swept through the entire underworld. Countless spirits looked up at the sky, trembling all over, their hearts filled with shock.

"A great, powerful being has fallen!"

This is the first time a great supernatural being has fallen in the underworld since the revival of spiritual energy!

Like a thunderclap, it awakened all the Yin creatures, and an inexplicable sense of urgency instantly enveloped the world, thus opening the curtain on a new era.

The death of the Cold Netherworld King had the greatest impact on the Ancient Netherworld King. He trembled all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was filled with madness: "I'll fight to the death! Today, either you die, or I perish!"

He knew he had no way out; if he didn't give it his all, he would end up like the King of Hanming.

"The Giant Finger of Annihilation!"

The Ancient Netherworld King roared hysterically, his soul burning, gray-white flames swirling around his body. This was his inherited forbidden technique, which could only be used by burning one's soul, at a great cost, but with earth-shattering power.

In the sky, a gigantic finger, ten thousand feet long, slowly condensed. It was entirely gray-white and exuded an aura of desolation, darkness, and despair. Wherever it passed, even the dark clouds melted away.

Upon unleashing this move, the Ancient Netherworld King's black hair instantly turned white, his eyes became dull and lifeless, and his aura weakened to the extreme. He had already staked everything.

"What a pity."

Zhong Jiu sighed softly, his tone completely calm, "That move does have some skill, but unfortunately, my opponent is me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Jiu pointed a finger at his brow, and an ancient oil lamp slowly flew out—it was Ghost Blows Out the Light!

The lamp wick flickered with a ghostly, grayish-white flame, which spread with the wind and instantly wrapped around that enormous finger.

The will-o'-the-wisp crackled, nourished by the sense of annihilation, darkness, and despair, and in just a few breaths, it burned the giant finger, which was capable of destroying the world, to ashes.

Sparks flew everywhere, spreading like wildfire as soon as they landed. Countless ghost soldiers who couldn't escape were engulfed by the flames, their screams echoing endlessly.

The ancient ruler of You Kingdom was already at his last gasp, his breath so weak he was almost about to dissipate.

"Sir, let me do it!"

Qiongqi roared excitedly, and in a flash, it rushed in front of the Ancient You Kingdom Lord, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed him whole.

Another torrential downpour of blood rained down, and a sense of sorrow once again filled the underworld. Countless spirits trembled with fear, their bodies turning cold: "Another...another powerful being has fallen!"

The allied forces from both countries below were instantly like headless flies, their faces blank and at a loss.

They came to fight with great enthusiasm, but as soon as the battle began, both kings were beheaded one after the other. What was the point of their fighting?

Blood rained down, washing away their courage. Someone dropped their weapon and fled, screaming. Then, a chain reaction broke out.

The tens of millions of troops were thrown into chaos instantly, and their defeat was swift and devastating!

Some were still putting up a stubborn resistance, but were overwhelmed by their own fleeing soldiers; those who were originally willing to fight also blindly followed their comrades when they saw them fleeing, and even fratricide broke out.

The generals of both countries shouted desperately, trying to maintain order, but no one listened. The army collapsed like a house of cards, morale was shattered, and there was no way to turn the tide.

Even more deadly was that the Yin spirits of Fengdu had been eyeing them covetously, and taking advantage of the chaos in the army, they launched their attacks on the generals who were stubbornly resisting.

The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation suddenly opened, and the Yin soldiers who had rushed into the formation earlier had already been completely annihilated. Now, with the formation fully activated, it was like a ferocious beast, devouring all the ghost soldiers who dared to stand in its way.

"Run!"

"Please, don't kill me!"

The cries of anguish, screams, pleas for mercy, and sounds of fighting intertwined to form the most mournful symphony of the underworld.

Bai Qi stood at the front of the formation, his gaze icy as he looked at the four million dumbfounded Yin soldiers behind him, and coldly shouted, "Why haven't you pressed your advantage yet?!"

These ghost soldiers were inherently cowardly and of average strength. When they were weak, their deployment would only cause them to lose their composure. But now that they had won a great victory, it was the perfect opportunity to strike a fatal blow when the enemy was down.

Upon hearing Bai Qi's words, the four million Yin soldiers were instantly roused to courage, picked up their weapons, and roared as they charged down.

Bai Qi watched all of this indifferently, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Slaughter is the best baptism for soldiers; even the most cowardly soldier will be transformed after being tempered in blood.

Zhong Jiu glanced at the chaotic battlefield and said calmly to the Qiongqi, which was devouring everything in its path, "Let's go back."

At his current level, he no longer bothers to kill these low-level ghost soldiers; it would be better to give his subordinates a chance to make meritorious contributions.

Qiongqi obediently stepped forward, lowered its huge head, and Zhong Jiu smiled faintly. He rode backward on Qiongqi's back and slowly headed towards Fengdu.

Just then, a cold system notification suddenly rang in Zhong Jiu's mind:

[Trigger Quest: Expand the territory by tens of thousands of miles, so that all beings in the underworld will tremble in awe of the majesty of the Underworld. Quest Reward: Investiture of the Gods.]

Zhong Jiu was slightly taken aback, not expecting the system task to be triggered at this moment. What surprised him even more was that the reward was the Investiture of the Gods.

"Investiture of the Gods?"

Zhong Jiu raised an eyebrow, wondering to himself what use this item was to him.

The system didn't offer much explanation, and he didn't delve into it either. He figured the answer would be revealed once the task was completed and he received the reward.

He did not change his mind because of the mission, and slowly returned to Fengdu.

For him, completing this task was a natural process, requiring no personal intervention from him.

The war lasted for seven days.

Within seven days, the sky darkened, cries of agony filled the land, and even the underworld changed color.

While pursuing the defeated army, Fengdu's ghost soldiers also recruited elite surrendered soldiers, and the size of the army expanded rapidly, soon exceeding 30 million.

The army pursued the fleeing soldiers all the way, following their trail, and marched straight to the capital of the ancient You Kingdom.

The ancient You Kingdom had already learned of the deaths of its two rulers. As the saying goes, "When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter," and the ghosts from one city after another fled. Even the capital city was almost a ghost town.

The last of the defeated soldiers were wiped out in front of the capital of the ancient You Kingdom.

Thus, the ghost armies of the Hanming Kingdom and the Guyou Kingdom were completely annihilated.

Bai Qi pursued and annihilated the enemy relentlessly, not merely slaughtering them all, but leaving nothing but destruction in his wake.

He wanted to use this bloody and brutal killing to establish the supreme authority of the underworld, so that the entire underworld would understand that the power of the underworld meant certain death if touched!

Even as the great edifice crumbles and the world seems to collapse, one person still stands proudly atop the ancient capital of You Kingdom.

It was precisely the death of Yiqi.

After being abandoned, he did not flee even a step, but stood alone atop the city wall, his eyes filled with the sorrow of a fallen kingdom.

Looking into the distance, Bai Qi's usually cold eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation.

"Your Excellency, why not surrender to the Underworld?"

Given his murderous nature, it's a once-in-a-century occurrence that he'd even bother to recruit someone.

But Wang Yiqi resolutely shook his head, two lines of tears falling: "I appreciate your kindness, but with the fall of the Ancient You Kingdom, there must be those who die for their country... General, please do it!"

He spread his arms, looked up at the gray sky of the underworld, and waited for the end.

Bai Qi remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand and swung it down. The iron hooves of the army would never stop for a man or a ghost.