The six Yama Lords of the underworld and three ancient emperors were no match for the Master of Heaven in Hand.
They had been utterly defeated.
Yu Shen braced himself on his battle blade, barely supporting his body.
What surprised him was that after a full hour, not a single soldier had been killed or wounded.
The enemy bore no killing intent. They seemed genuinely intent on stopping the underworld's advance.
"This is bad." Rather than feeling relieved, Yu Shen's face darkened further. They had trapped them without killing them; their true target was definitely not this group.
If even the six great Yama Lords and three ancient emperors of the underworld were powerless "lackeys," then whom were they targeting...
Yu Shen understood without needing to think deeply.
The old patriarch of the God-Burying Clan paused briefly, then tore open the void after giving a slight nod.
He had only stepped halfway through when a black-red immortal beam slashed across the air. A great hand of heaven descended from the ninth vault of the sky and seized the old patriarch's divine soul.
No matter how the Master of Heaven in Hand struggled, it was useless. He seemed to have become an ant that could be crushed at will.
"Ancestor!!!"
"Ancestor!!!"
"Ancestor!!!"
The armies of the Ten Halls of the Underworld roared into the wind.
The fleet of colossal warships erupted like a tsunami.
War drums shook the heavens, armor clashing in disciplined unison.
The three ancient emperors, six great Yama Lords, and countless soldiers bowed in salute.
The ancestor did not like people kneeling before him.
At the end of the Milky Way, the Heavenly Emperor raised an arm.
"Advance—"
"—the army!!!"
"Yes!"
The underworld's trillions of soldiers smashed through the domain barrier passage and poured into the Eastern Wasteland.