After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Zhou Ran carefully put the broken chain in his pocket and looked up.

The 30,000-strong army died on the spot, their lingering embers no longer flickering.

Black Impermanence was their vanguard general, a Yin commander at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage. Even after using forbidden techniques on his own, he was still blasted apart by a single punch.

This image is more effective than any military order.

The fusion soldiers in the front row mechanically held up bone spears, and the Eastern souls embedded in their white skeletons trembled slightly.

The underworld officials in the back row looked at each other, and some had already started to move their feet back.

There was silence for three breaths.

Then, a voice came from the direction of the central army.

Low, steady, without any fluctuations.

"Black Impermanence..."

"Dead?"

It paused for a second.

"interesting."

The curtain of the golden sedan chair was lifted by a withered hand.

King Yama stood up.

He was shorter than Zhou Ran had imagined.

His emaciated figure was wrapped in a black and gold python robe, and his face was full of wrinkles that revealed his bones.

He held a broken judge's pen in his left hand, the tip of which was chipped and the body of the pen was covered with fine cracks.

The moment he stood up, the entire River of Oblivion trembled.

Half-step into the Divine Realm.

The full force of the pressure poured out.

The bluish-white sword intent on the ice surface was suppressed and dimmed by three points.

The black ice beneath Zhou Ran's feet cracked extensively, with the cracks spreading in all directions from where he stood.

Thirty thousand rebel soldiers knelt down in unison.

We can't hold on.

It's simply unbearable.

Qiao Kun knelt on one knee on the south bank, and only by inserting the Yaksha into the ice could he avoid collapsing.

His lips were pale, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

"Grand Commander, be careful..."

The words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

"That's a Nascent Soul cultivator..."

Zhou Ran did not answer.

He stood still, and the black-gold scales of his Primordial Overlord Body emitted a faint creaking sound under the pressure.

The true essence that had just broken through to the late stage of the Golden Core realm surged within his meridians, barely supporting his spine.

There is a whole major realm separating the late stage of Golden Core from the half-step Nascent Soul stage.

Moreover, it's in the territory of the underworld.

If hit head-on, you will die.

Yama, the King of Hell, stepped out of the sedan chair and onto the ice.

With each step he took, the ice surface sank an inch.

The rules were bending, and the space beneath his feet was softening.

"Kid."

When Yama, the King of Hell, spoke, his tone was no different from that of someone chatting with a junior.

"I'm giving you a chance."

Spit out the essence of Black and White Impermanence, and then hand over the Primordial Origin Bone.

"I'll spare your life, and I'll even give you the position of Underworld Commander."

Zhou Ran wiped the blood off his face.

"this one?"

Yama, the King of Hell, twitched his eyebrows.

"I mean, is that all the chips you have?"

Yama, the King of Hell, stopped in his tracks.

Zhou Ran smiled and raised his right hand.

The index finger rests on the thumb.

Yama, the King of Hell, twitched his eyelid.

The expression on Zhou Ran's face bothered him.

Calm, confident, and without any sense of gambling with one's life.

The snap of fingers fell.

"Smack."

The laws of idealism transmitted this energy outwards.

Crossing the hundred-foot-deep ice surface.

Crossing the bottom of the River of Oblivion.

Crossing the Road to the Underworld.

It fell into the City of the Wrongfully Dead, a hundred miles away.

The City of the Wrongfully Dead is an armory where the spirits of the Western dead and the souls of the Eastern living are fused together in the Fifth Hall.

That energy landed on the array that provided the fusion energy.

Immediately afterwards, the two energies intertwined and exploded.

The ghostly flames that had been stitching the skeletons of the Western dead together with the souls of the Eastern living were extinguished in the same instant.

The effect is immediate.

In the North Bank formation, the first rank of fusion soldiers simultaneously let out screams.

Immediately afterwards, the dark flames in the hearts of all the fusion soldiers were extinguished.

The two core souls within them began to repel each other.

The skeletal structure of the Western dead trembled and fell apart, while the spirit of the Eastern living soul was squeezed out from between the bones, and the thing that had been forced in finally found an exit.

Scattered bones lay on the ground, and a wisp of translucent Eastern soul drifted out from the broken bones, hovering blankly in mid-air.

The rebel ranks on the north bank collapsed from the front to the back, one rank after another.

The bones and spirits separated in agony, and the scattered skeletons piled up on the ice.

Of the 30,000 rebels, nearly half were fusion soldiers.

Fifteen thousand fusion soldiers were all destroyed after a snap of the fingers.

The main fighting force of the rebels was cut in half.

Qiao Kun was stunned by what he saw on the south bank.

He opened his mouth wide, and Yaksha almost dropped his grip.

The other underworld officials beside them had the same expression.

They had been following Zhou Ran for the past few days and knew that this Grand Commander was a capable fighter, but they never expected that he could also do this kind of thing.

"this……"

Qiao Kun swallowed hard.

"What kind of move is that?"

Zhou Ran put down his snapped fingers and looked at Yama, the King of Hell.

The calm on the old man's face finally cracked.

"What did you do?!"

Yama, the King of Hell, turned his head to look in the direction of the City of the Wrongfully Dead, and the hum of his damaged judge's pen intensified.

A sliver of black light condensed at the tip of the pen; he was attempting to remotely repair the array.

But at that time, when Zhou Ran touched the formation, the energy he left behind was the core of his idealistic laws.

That energy was a form of destruction originating from the level of rules.

The concept of "stitching" itself has been rewritten.

Physical and energy-level repairs don't reach this level.

Repairs will take time.

Zhou Ran wouldn't give him time.

Zhou Ran raised his left hand.

The Grand Commander's token shone with golden light in his palm, and the fluctuations of his authority covered the entire battlefield.

"Those who surrender will not be killed, and those who return to their original posts will be reinstated!"

His voice was loud and clear, and the authority of the token etched these words into the consciousness of every underworld messenger.

The rebel formation on the north bank is in disarray.

The disintegration of the fusion soldiers created a large area of ​​blank space, freeing the middle and lower-level underworld officials who were originally caught up in it from their constraints.

They looked at the shattered bones scattered on the ground, at the once-majestic fusion soldiers turned into a pile of scrap, and then at the living man on the south bank, covered in blood but still standing upright.

They cannot be given time to think.

The released Eastern souls had already rushed towards the Western necromancers' camp.

It was these beasts who tried to lock them in this body, preventing them from ever being reborn.

Instantly, millions of living souls charged through the ranks of the undead, as if they were in an empty field.

In an instant, the Sheng Hui Consortium's troops also began to suffer a large-scale rout.

The battlefield instantly descended into chaos, with the rebels exchanging bewildered glances.

The first to surrender was a former patrolman from the Seventh Palace.

He knelt on the ice, raising his weapon above his head with both hands.

"Your subordinate is willing to return to the garrison!"

the second.

The third.

The tenth one.

The entire array collapsed from the edges inwards, with pieces falling down one by one.

The number of surrendered soldiers is still rising.

Qiao Kun led two hundred Yin soldiers across the boundary marker and began to gather them.

"Line up!"

Put the weapons on the ground!

Take the token down!

"He yelled at the top of his lungs, and the Yaksha shoved its spear into the ice."

"Anyone who dares to hide a concealed weapon, I'll stab them to death!"

The Night Wanderer and the Beast Master dispersed, each taking charge of a different direction.

From the outer perimeter to the middle layer, the rebel formation collapsed inwards in circles, and even some junior generals in the early stages of the Golden Core realm began to hesitate.

Zhou Ran remained standing in the same spot, staring at Yama, the King of Hell.

However, Yama, the King of Hell, stopped repairing the formation.

Thirty thousand rebels collapsed and surrendered before him.

He showed no anger, no anxiety, and made no attempt to stop it.

That's not right.

Zhou Ran frowned.

A being who is halfway to the Divine Transformation stage, watching his army collapse, doesn't even utter a sound?