The Yama King knew full well that this was merely a momentary respite.
Before long, those fragments would writhe, gather, and reforge into a whole Jiang Chen.
What he sought at this moment was delay—
Behind him, the seven Yamas were doing all they could to wipe out the outer-ring zombies.
Every one of them possessed the cultivation of a Daluo Golden Immortal, their attacks sweeping forth like a storm devouring all in its path.
Against ordinary zombie lost souls, they were like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
For every moment they delayed, they could subdue another tide of corpses;
For every second they gained, they could further squeeze Jiang Chen's room to maneuver.
Even if the zombies poured out in full force, their numbers would eventually run dry;
And with seven Daluo Golden Immortals joining hands, they could plow through the entire battlefield three times over.
Once they had cleared away the lesser troops and closed in from all sides, it would be the moment Jiang Chen lost his head—
By then, the power of the Ten Halls would gather as one, the Netherworld Laws would descend upon him, and he would surely be cast into a lightless abyss for all eternity, never to rise again!
Elsewhere, the remnants of Jiang Chen's Divine Sense were still rapidly calculating the overall situation.
This raid on the Underworld appeared rash, but in truth, every step had been carefully laid.
Claiming a mountain and declaring themselves kings? That was merely a facade.
Their true scheme was to use the Underworld's Netherworld Origin to elevate the very foundation of the entire zombie race in one stroke—
Especially the four Zombie Kings themselves!
Now that the situation in the Primordial World had changed drastically, Daluo Golden Immortals were no longer top-tier combatants.