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

Tens of thousands of monsters made a ruckus all the way, but quite a few of the lesser monsters who had escaped from the Southern Ridge secretly slipped away.

No one ever said the underworld was bragging; it was all made up by the weasel spirit!

They ran away because they were terrified of Bai Qi, and now they're being sent back to the tiger's den. Only a fool would want to go back!

This demon team was already loosely organized; they would often accidentally injure their own members in group fights, and no one would care if a few lesser demons were missing.

The demon generals were too lazy to care, the weasel spirit was selectively blind, and the bull demon was walking at the very front, his nostrils flared and his mind filled with dreams of ascending the throne, not even knowing where the tail of the procession was.

Only the few hundred humans who were forced to accompany them noticed the little demon's unusual escape, but they all remained silent, wishing the demon team would break up as soon as possible.

The demon team moved at a fast pace and soon crossed the pass, entering the Nanling region.

Two towering mountains stand facing each other ahead, with a narrow passage between them. Once through the passage, one can see the human city.

"Quick! Charge over there and our territory will be right there!"

The bull demon bellowed excitedly, urging the group to speed up, completely unaware that it had already stumbled into a deadly trap.

At this moment, on the cliffs of the two mountains, 400,000 soul soldiers were already in full battle array, their murderous aura condensed but not released, so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

"General, the enemy is less than ten miles away!"

A Soul Soldier knelt on one knee and reported in a low voice.

Bai Qi stood on the edge of the cliff, his black armor reflecting the moonlight. One hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his gaze fixed on the distance like that of a hawk. His aura was so fierce that no one dared to approach him.

A moment later, several soul soldiers came to report:

"General, the enemy is five li away!"

"General, three li!"

Bai Qi finally turned around slowly, and his gaze could already see the chaotic vanguard formation of the demon team.

He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered only two words: "Make your move."

wow-

Two hundred thousand soul soldiers instantly rose to their feet, their previously restrained resentment transforming into a killing intent. The clanging of their armor was so uniform that it shook the mountainside.

After many days of training, they were no longer a disorganized rabble; their eyes were cold, and every move they made was a killing blow.

Bai Qi's tactics were simple and ruthless: 100,000 soul soldiers on each of the left and right flanks would charge first, tearing apart the demon formation and creating chaos. The ambushers in front and the pursuers behind would then surround them simultaneously, attacking from four directions to ensure the complete annihilation of the enemy.

This is the military strategy of Lord Wu'an: not aiming to occupy territory, but to annihilate the enemy's manpower. He always seeks to destroy the enemy in battle. Compared with Sun Tzu's strategy of "do not pursue a desperate enemy" and Shang Yang's strategy of "pursuing the defeated enemy within ten miles", this strategy is more decisive and ruthless, showing the true nature of a war god.

At this point, half of the demon team had already entered the mountain passage.

One of the demon generals finally sensed the murderous aura in the air and hurriedly ran to the bull demon's side: "Grand Marshal! Something's wrong! There's a murderous aura in these mountains!"

"What's the panic!"

The bull demon waved his hand impatiently, saying nonchalantly, "They're just a few mountain spirits and monsters. Do they even deserve to worry this marshal?"

Before the words were finished, a deafening drumbeat suddenly resounded through the mountains, the booming sound like rolling thunder, making the monsters dizzy.

"kill!"

On both sides of the cliff, two hundred thousand soul soldiers descended the mountain like tigers, a dark torrent sweeping down, flashing with swords and shadows, instantly rushing into the demon army.

"They're underworld soldiers!"

"Bai Qi, that god of death, has arrived!"

"Run!"

The little demons from Beijiang had never seen such a scene before. They were so frightened that their souls left their bodies. Some threw down their weapons and ran away with their heads in their hands, some lay on the ground pretending to be dead, and some even swung their knives at their companions. It was complete chaos.

Those little demons from Nanling who were already hesitant about whether to escape shivered even more and turned to run away, but the soul soldiers had already formed an encirclement, so there was no way to retreat.

The soul soldiers advanced and retreated in an orderly fashion, their swords slashing and thrusting precise and ruthless, tearing through the demon formation like a hot knife through butter. Screams and the sound of weapons breaking echoed one after another. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers were slaughtered, leaving corpses strewn across the field.

"This...this is impossible!"

The bull demon's dream of establishing a nation was shattered in an instant. Watching his minions fall one after another, the bull demon's hooves went weak with fear. The fighting power of these soul soldiers was more than a hundred times stronger than the "braggart" the weasel spirit had described!

He roared angrily, "Weasel spirit! You come out here! Didn't you say the underworld was no good?"

Looking back, they saw that the weasel spirit had already been cleaved in two by the soul soldier and was beyond dead.

The bull demon's heart sank, and his eyes turned bloodshot. Just as he was about to draw his sword and fight to the death, he saw a figure slowly walking towards him.

Bai Qi, wielding a long sword, strode step by step across mountains of corpses and seas of blood. His aura of killing intent was so thick it was almost dripping with water. It was the murderous aura accumulated through thousands of battles, which made the bull demon feel cold all over and unable to move.

"How many people did this guy kill?"

The bull demon's teeth chattered, its previous ferocity vanished, and its fighting spirit was crushed by the murderous aura.

The next second, he did something that surprised all the soul soldiers.

With a thud, the bull collapsed to the ground, its head pressed tightly to the earth, its voice trembling: "I won't fight anymore! I, the old bull, surrender! I beg the god of death for mercy!"

"surrender?"

Bai Qi frowned slightly, his eyes filled with doubt.

How could a dignified demon king be so cowardly and afraid of death that he doesn't even dare to resist?

But the bull demon was truly cowardly, allowing the soul soldiers to confiscate its weapons and obediently being bound, not daring to utter a single word of nonsense.

Bai Qi was speechless upon seeing this. He had thought it would take some effort, but it turned out to be a spineless coward.

The bull demon was wailing in his heart: all his little brothers are dead. This killing god's aura is so strong. If he keeps resisting, he will be chopped into beef jerky.

Those who understand the times are wise; surrendering to save one's life is the only way!

Bai Qi's gaze fell on the hundreds of humans, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The steward rushed forward, so excited he was almost incoherent: "Reporting to the Divine General! We are all staff members of the Beijiang Xiangwang Palace. I used to be a tour guide, he was a security guard, and he was a cook... Thank you so much for saving us from this misery!"

After listening to the steward recount the absurd story of the bull demon, Bai Qi was momentarily speechless.

This stupid ox actually captured humans and made them serve it; it's a rare sight throughout history.

"Go home, everyone." Bai Qi waved his hand, signaling the soul soldiers to let them pass.

Overjoyed, everyone wept and repeatedly kowtowed in gratitude.

As the bull demon watched his "possession" prepare to leave, he couldn't help but mutter, "How could you abandon this marshal..."

Bai Qi gave him a cold glance, and the bull demon immediately shrank his neck, obediently lowered his head, and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The steward hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and stepped forward to plead, "My Lord, please spare this bull demon's life. Although he has occupied the palace, he has never killed anyone. Although we are under house arrest, we are still well-fed and clothed. In this chaotic world, we have been relatively peaceful for a while."

The others echoed their pleas, saying that although they wanted to go home, they had developed some affection for the honest and simple bull demon over time and held no resentment towards him.

Bai Qi glanced at the battlefield and saw that, apart from the bull demon and a few hundred lesser demons who had never killed anyone, all the other demons had been annihilated.

He recalled Zhong Jiu's instruction to "distinguish between good and evil, and not to exterminate them all," and after a moment's thought, he said, "Take the bull demon and these lesser demons to Xingsha City and hand them over to the judge for disposal."

Several soul soldiers immediately stepped forward, bound the demons with black iron chains, and dragged them toward Star Sand City, the iron chains scraping against the ground with a piercing sound.

Bai Qi summoned another soul soldier: "Go and notify the Human Special Operations Department to come and clean up the battlefield."

This had long been the norm; Bai Qi was responsible for sweeping away the demons and monsters, leaving the battlefield mess for the Special Operations Department to handle.

Although the Special Operations Department has become the "Logistics Department," they are still happy to do so. If they can find a complete demon corpse, they will treat it as a treasure and be able to research many magical artifacts.

Before long, the demons were taken to the City God's Mansion.

The lesser demons were handed over to the prison warden for interrogation according to procedure, and then transferred to the disciplinary hall for sentencing. Only the bull demon was locked up alone in the dungeon.

Zhong Jiu was busy worshipping the Seven Soul-Snatching Arrows and had no time to pay attention to this simple-minded ox.

Time flies, and thirteen days have passed in the blink of an eye.

At the border of the Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom, the Green Ghost King has set up layers of checkpoints, making the defenses several times stronger than before, so that not even a mosquito can sneak in.

Black Mountain Ghost Kingdom, Dark Nether City.

Inside the main hall, the eight ghost kings sat with their eyes closed, their bodies swirling with yin energy.

For them, the thirteenth day was just a short time to close their eyes and meditate, but the doubts in their hearts grew thicker and thicker, even making it hard to breathe.

"What's going on with the underworld? Why isn't there the slightest sound?"

"Could it be that seeing our defenses were at full strength, they chickened out and canceled the assassination plan?"

"Impossible! That judge made a strong statement; there's no reason for him to give up halfway!"

The ghost kings whispered among themselves, each filled with suspicion, feeling that the matter was shrouded in an eeriness.