The Extremely Evil King of Hell was challenging Ghost Qianchou, yet Ghost Qianchou refused to answer the challenge.
One side attacked while the other defended. Ghost Qianchou was clearly on the defensive, hiding inside a massive Military Fortress and refusing to come out. He used an enormous number of ghosts to put up a desperate resistance outside, while layers upon layers of barriers protected the fortress.
As far as the eye could see, countless ghosts were fighting, stretching beyond the horizon.
So many ghosts gathered in one place produced an extreme chill. The surroundings were thick with sinister yin energy, swept by tornadoes of icy wind.
Wars fought in hell were actually crueler than those in the Yang Realm.
After humans died, they at least retained their souls and could be reincarnated. But once a ghost perished, it vanished completely, meeting its true end.
Those cannon fodder soldiers were pitiful. Most had been forced into it. Even if they were unwilling, they still had to fight and throw themselves into the flames for the grand ambitions of the power-hungry.
Ghosts continually died on the battlefield, like bursting fireworks blooming with the last splendor of their lives.
"Ghost Qianchou! You conquered three great hells in such a short time, basking in glory and acting invincible. So why did you become a turtle hiding in its shell the moment I arrived? Where are your abilities? Where is your ambition? If you have the guts, defeat me too and make me your subordinate!"
While provoking and taunting his enemy, the Extremely Evil King of Hell launched fierce attacks against Ghost Qianchou's Military Fortress. Though immensely powerful, he could do nothing to the fortress in the short term and simply could not breach it. Forcing his way through would take who knew how long.