Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Yuan Tiangang raised his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in them: "Should I prepare defenses beforehand, or... perhaps I should take action first to stop him?"

"No need."

Ye Junlin waved his hand, looked at Yuan Tiangang with icy eyes, and spoke each word with resounding force:

"A bunch of clowns. Do they think they're worthy of my Eternal Night Sky's advance defenses?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the void, his tone suddenly turning sharp:

"As long as they set foot in Qingzhou City, or dare to lay a finger on our people..."

Ye Junlin's smile vanished abruptly, replaced by a chilling aura.

"Let them remain on this land of Qingzhou forever!"

"yes!"

Yuan Tiangang bowed and accepted the order.

Ye Junlin slowly rose, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke to Yuan Tiangang again:

"Furthermore, effective immediately, the intelligence organization you have established will be officially named |Bad Guys|."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tiangang felt a surge of excitement.

After all, he had formed the Bad Guys in his previous life, and he never thought that he would be able to revive the name of the Bad Guys in this life.

He immediately bowed his head and kowtowed to Ye Junlin, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty. The Bad People will certainly not fail Your Majesty's expectations!"

The night was not yet over, and the cold stars were few and far between.

On the official road leading to the heart of Qingzhou, several demonic figures broke through the air.

"We're almost there... Once we pass Baiyun City, we'll be in the heart of Qingzhou!"

A red light flashed in the Mad Monarch Protector's eyes, and his voice was like two pieces of raw iron rubbing together.

"Those two bastards who killed the Demon King and the Demon King, and that mysterious celestial being—I'll grind them to dust!"

The Corruption Guardian licked the blood from the corner of his lips, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes:

"It would be best if they came to us willingly, so we don't have to go looking for them one by one!"

The Mad Monarch Protector chuckled sinisterly, flicking a wisp of miasma between his fingertips:

"Let's rest in Baiyun City first. I planted a chess piece here five years ago!"

The group continued their advance at full speed, heading straight towards Baiyun City. Their demonic power was overwhelming, even causing towering waves to rise in the moat outside the city.

As night faded and dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight appeared.

Baiyun City, on the border of Qingzhou.

The once bustling city gates are now deserted.

Only a few soldiers guarding the city hunched over, leaning on their spears, staring at the dusty official road outside the city, their faces ashen.

The flags on the city gate tower drooped, making a rustling sound in the wind, which sounded like the wailing of the dead.

The entire city was as silent as a tomb.

The people, along with their families, had all fled three days prior.

Even the wealthy and powerful who usually flaunted their power wished they had more legs so they could pack up their gold and silver and run away overnight.

After all, everyone knows that the Nine Nether Demon Sect's group of fiends are a bunch of ruthless madmen who kill without blinking an eye. Blocking their path is no different from courting death.

The once vast city of Baiyun now has only two groups of people left—the few trusted confidants of the Lin family in the city lord's mansion, and the entire Lin family.

The main hall of the Lin residence.

The once ornate beams and painted rafters now appear somewhat gray and gloomy.

The elders and disciples of the Lin family standing below all looked anxious, their feet creaking under the blue bricks, the oppressive atmosphere almost driving them mad.

"Master! We can't wait any longer!"

An elderly man with white hair and beard stepped forward shakily, his voice trembling with tears.

"The Nine Nether Demon Sect will arrive tomorrow morning! They're a group of ruthless killers!"

"Our Lin family's wealth is nothing more than a blade of grass in their eyes!"

"Let's run! As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback!"

His words immediately drew a chorus of agreement.

"Yes, Master! Let's run! We can come back after they leave!"

"A mansion can be rebuilt, but if the people are gone, everything is gone!"

Amidst the clamor of persuasion, Lin Hansheng, sitting in the main seat, had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He slammed his hand on the armrest, and a powerful aura exploded outwards, the pressure of a peak Void Realm expert sweeping across the entire area like a tidal wave.

The lobby fell silent instantly. Everyone felt oppressed and breathless, heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound.

This is Lin Hansheng's confidence, and it is also the capital that enabled him to lead the Lin family to destroy the Shi family and dominate Baiyun City.

"Shut up! What's the panic!"

Lin Hansheng's voice was like thunder, making everyone's eardrums ring.

"Look at the pathetic state you all are in!"

"Where did you go, with all that swaggering and bullying you used to have in White Cloud City?"

"If you're scared out of your wits at the slightest thing, what's the difference between you and those spineless cowards who run away!"

"A bunch of cowardly bullies who prey on the weak!"

His gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes filled with disdain.

Everyone was verbally abused, but no one dared to talk back; they could only hang their heads and silently endure it.

Lin Hansheng then composed himself, picked up the teacup on the table, and slowly took a sip.

A glint of ambition flashed in his eyes:

"Escape? Escape my ass!"

"The Nine Nether Demon Sect is here! We can't run away; we must open the city gates wide and welcome them in!"

These words shocked everyone present.

An elder couldn't help but look up, his face full of astonishment, and asked:

"Master, what... what do you mean by that?"

"If we open the door to those bastards, aren't we just throwing ourselves into the lion's den?"

"Like a lamb entering a tiger's den?"

Lin Hansheng put down his teacup, sneered, and glanced at everyone.

"Do you really think that I, Lin Hansheng, have led the Lin family to where we are today solely based on this level of cultivation?"

He stood up, hands behind his back, gazed out of the city, and slowly began to speak.

Each word, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's ears:

"Now that things have come to this, there are some things you should know."

Everyone held their breath, not daring to even blink.

Lin Hansheng's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible smugness:

"Five years ago, our Lin family was able to wipe out the Shi family in one fell swoop. Do you really think it was all thanks to my own strength?"

He paused, looking at the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, and continued:

Five years ago, I rescued a severely injured boy in a dilapidated temple outside the city.

"Guess who that boy is?"

No one dared to speak; the lobby was eerily quiet.

"He is the only son of the Mad Lord Protector of the Nine Nether Demon Sect!"

Lin Han suddenly raised his voice, his eyes burning even brighter:

"I saved his life, and to repay my kindness, Protector Mad Lord not only promised to make me an outer elder of the Demonic Sect,..."

"They even sent three Void Realm experts to secretly help me wipe out the Shi family!"

"Without the Nine Nether Demon Sect, the Lin family wouldn't be where it is today!"

These words were like a thunderclap from a clear sky, leaving everyone stunned.

The old man who had spoken first was speechless, his mouth agape.

"Among the three who came this time is the Mad Monarch Protector!"

"With this relationship in place, the Nine Nether Demon Sect will not only refrain from harming our Lin family in the slightest, but will also consider us one of their own!"