What Will the Netherworld Become Internally!

All the Netherworld's elite forces trapped within were enveloped by a blood-colored curtain of light.

Their faces were filled with bewilderment:

One moment, they had been fighting blood-soaked battles; the next, heaven and earth had abruptly changed, their vision dyed entirely crimson, their bodies firmly bound by an invisible force.

It had all happened as swiftly as lightning. There had been no time to react.

In truth, even if they had reacted, they would have been powerless to turn the tide.

Jiang Chen had prepared this formation for a long time, and had gathered the power of the four great Zombie Kings to activate it together—

If it could be broken so easily, would the zombie race not become the greatest laughingstock under heaven?

Once the formation began operating in full, Jiang Chen, who had stood before Yama King, suddenly vanished.

Yama King immediately spread out his Spiritual Sense to search, yet even after sweeping inch by inch through the formation, he found no trace of him.

Even stranger, a thin layer of crimson mist had silently risen within the formation.

The mist appeared light and insubstantial, yet it was in fact fiercely poisonous and soul-corroding, targeting the Primordial Spirit directly.

The instant Yama King sent a thread of Divine Sense into it, his Primordial Spirit was pierced by stabbing pain, as though pricked by countless needles—

He immediately severed the connection, not daring to try again.

The Netherworld's side had gravely underestimated the zombie race's schemes and resolve, And had now fallen into complete passivity.

If, through further carelessness, their Primordial Spirits were injured, Then the coming brutal battle would only make their plight worse.

"Heh heh! Yama King, and all you Yamas of the Netherworld—you are now trapped within one of the highest formations passed down through generations