Start with the hidden role of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and immediately unleash 100,000 Yin Soldi

The Wasteland of Bones.

After a two-hour forced march, Chu Jiang entered this dead land before darkness completely fell.

The sky overhead was blocked by thick, gray-white clouds, not a single ray of light could get through.

The air was abnormally cold; even in June, you could see white mist in your breath.

The cracked black earth spread out in all directions, and half-buried skeletons could be seen everywhere on the ground, some human, some animal, and some so strangely shaped that they were unrecognizable.

The stench was intense, not the stench of rotting flesh, but the deathly aura seeping from deep within the bones, accumulated over many years.

Chu Jiang tugged at the collar of his Netherworld Cloak, his gaze sweeping over the terrain ahead.

A hundred meters ahead, beneath a row of crooked, withered trees, the soil began to loosen.

First, there was a hand.

Grayish-white bony fingers emerged from the black soil, their joints cracking, as they gripped the ground and pulled upwards.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

Dozens of skeleton soldiers crawled out of the ground, carrying rusty, broken iron swords, their eye sockets glowing with a ghastly green soul fire.

They move slowly and stiffly, but there are quite a few of them.

Behind the skeleton soldiers were a dozen or so rotting corpses dragging their severed limbs, half of their bodies still buried in the ground, their mouths opening and closing, emitting hissing sounds.

Black Iron grade, ranging from Lv.8 to Lv.12.

This is the Bone Wasteland that terrifies those hunters?

The shadow beneath Chu Jiang's feet shifted slightly.

"Fifty of them came out."

Fifty dark blue figures silently emerged from the shadows, holding long, deadly spears, standing in two rows, awaiting orders.

Chu Jiang raised his chin.

"go."

The fifty ghost soldiers dispersed and charged towards the horde of skeleton soldiers.

The confrontation happened in an instant.

But the anticipated battle did not occur.

The leader of the ghostly soldiers thrust his soul-snatching halberd toward the skull of the nearest skeleton soldier. The moment the tip of the halberd touched the layer of ghastly green soul fire, the skeleton soldier's entire skeleton stiffened abruptly.

It's not the stiffness that comes after being hit.

It is fear.

Pure, instinctive, and etched into the deepest recesses of the soul.

The pale green soul fire flickered violently, then, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, it detached itself from the frame, slid down the shaft of the long spear into the tip, and transformed into a white soul dot.

The skeleton, stripped of its soul fire, crumbled with a crash, its broken bones scattering across the ground.

There was no struggle.

There was no resistance.

From contact to annihilation, it takes less than half a second.

The other skeletons reacted even more dramatically.

Before the ghostly soldiers even got close, the soul fire in their eye sockets began to flicker wildly, and their skeletons made creaking sounds as their joints trembled.

Some of the skeletons even turned around and tried to burrow back into the ground.

Useless.

With a sweep of the Soul-Hooking Spear, the soul fire was uprooted, and the skeleton scattered.

Forty-three skeleton soldiers and seventeen rotting corpses.

Fifteen seconds, all wiped out.

The panel is jumping around.

[Soul Harvest Successful! White Soul Points +60!]

Seeing the speed of the cleanup, Chu Jiang had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

Both belong to the Yin and Yang realms.

These undead monsters are essentially aggregates of souls and death energy, and his profession is the Emperor of Fengdu—the Lord of the Underworld.

He was no enemy in the face of these low-level undead.

He is in a superior position.

When ants see a human, they don't call it fighting, they call it trampling.

Chu Jiang withdrew his gaze and continued to advance into the heart of the wasteland.

Less than ten minutes later, a cloud of gray dust rose from the horizon.

The sound of horses' hooves.

No, it's the sound of bones and hooves.

The earth trembled slightly. Through the dust and smoke, the outline of a cavalry unit gradually became clear.

The skeletal horse had long, slender limbs and black fire beneath its hooves. A skeleton knight, clad in tattered armor, sat atop its back, his lances held level.

Bronze grade, Lv.15.

Thirty-six riders charged forward in formation.

The soul fire in their eye sockets was much more solid than that of ordinary skeleton soldiers, carrying a visible aggression. They were extremely fast, their bony hooves slamming into the black earth, sending up pebbles.

Chu Jiang stood still.

Fifty ghost soldiers rammed into them head-on.

The same scene played out again the moment the soul-snatching halberd fell.

The skeletal knight's soul fire contracted violently the moment the halberd touched it, like a candle extinguished by a raging fire, struggling for a moment before going out. The bone armor shattered, the warhorse fell apart, and the halberd crashed to the ground.

It lasted about a second longer than the skeleton soldiers.

That's it.

A dozen or so wisps of soul fire were pulled from the wreckage and floated in mid-air.

But the color of these soul fires is wrong.

It's not white.

It's blue.

The pale blue soul orb rotated slightly in the air, its brightness and purity far exceeding those of the previous white soul dots.

The panel made a "ding" sound.

[Soul Harvest Successful! Gained 16 Blue Soul Points!]

Chu Jiang's pupils twitched slightly.

A bronze-grade monster dropped blue soul points?

He brought up the system panel and flipped to the in-depth explanation page of the Soul Points.

The text unfolds line by line:

Soul Point Quality Grades: White (Iron/Bronze) → Blue (Silver/Gold) → Silver (Platinum/Dark Gold) → Gold (Epic) → Purple (Legendary)

[Note: Undead monsters are driven by pure souls and death energy. Their soul purity is naturally higher than that of flesh-and-blood monsters of the same rank. The host possesses the bloodline of Fengdu, increasing the efficiency of harvesting undead targets by 200% and raising the soul quality by one rank.]

Quality improved by one level.

The souls of Bronze-tier undead are calculated as Silver-tier.

Chu Jiang continued scrolling down, his gaze landing on a line of small print that he hadn't noticed before.

【灵魂点兑换机制：1蓝色灵魂点＝10白色灵魂点。1银色灵魂点＝10蓝色灵魂点。1金色灵魂点＝10银色灵魂点。以此类推，逆向兑换不可逆。】

Chu Jiang's finger paused for two seconds.

One blue one equals ten white ones.

The second-tier Ghost Gate requires 2000 white soul points.

If you do the math, 200 blue soul points will be enough.

He just used a wave of 36 skeleton knights and got 16 blue items.

How many skeletal knights are there in this wasteland?

Chu Jiang slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the thick gray fog, looking into the depths of the desolate wasteland of bones.

In the fog, countless pale green soul flames wandered about.

Far and near, high and low, they filled the entire field of vision. Skeleton soldiers, rotting corpses, and skeletal knights, in droves, covered the mountains and plains.

This is a C-level extreme bounty that has been hanging for seventeen days, with a mortality rate assessed as "extremely high," and no hunter has dared to accept it.

Chu Jiang closed the panel.

This is not a bounty.

This is a buffet.

He spread his five fingers wide.

"The Gates of Hell—Open!"

The black soil beneath their feet cracked, and purplish-black light patterns exploded as the colossal bronze gate of the Gates of Hell rose from the ground with a roar.

The two bronze doors were wide open, and black mist surged forth.

Five hundred ghostly soldiers charged out in single file, their long, soul-snatching spears standing tall, their eerie blue light illuminating the desolate wasteland within a hundred meters radius as if it were a ghostly realm.

Ghost General Xiong Po was the last to step out of the threshold. His three-meter-high rocky armor landed heavily in the mist, and the dark light of his soul shield spread in all directions, covering all the Yin soldiers.

The entire army is mobilized.

Five hundred ghostly blue figures surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, rushing into the vast army of undead that covered the mountains and plains.

The long spear fell, the skeleton shattered, and the soul fire detached from the host body in strings, swept away by the ghostly soldiers.

Xiong Po rushed to the front, smashing down with his rocky fist hammer. A whole row of skeleton knights, along with their horses, were smashed into dust. Blue soul orbs rose from the shattered bones, like dandelions blown by the wind.

The undead are struggling, roaring, and trying to fight back.

But every encounter with the ghost soldiers was a one-sided crushing defeat.

The dark and sinister nature of the Soul-Hooking Spear does not harm the undead, but rather grants them authority.

It is the absolute control the emperor has over the souls of the dead.

The numbers on the panel started to spiral out of control.

[Blue Soul Points +23!]

[Blue Soul Points +41!]

[White Soul Points +187!]

[Blue Soul Points +56!]

Chu Jiang sat on a giant skull half-buried in the ground, his hands resting on his knees, watching the one-sided massacre unfold before him.

Five hundred ghost soldiers spread out across the wasteland, advancing at an absurdly fast pace.

After each area was pushed through, only scattered bone fragments and empty armor shards remained behind.

The number on the Soul Points is still ticking.

White Soul Points Exceed One Thousand.

Blue Soul Points Exceed 150.

Chu Jiang's gaze fell on the words "Second-tier Ghost Gate: White Soul Points × 2000" on the panel.

It's time to advance to the Gates of Hell.