Who Was Beaten Until They Scrabble for Teeth on the Ground!

They had lived in comfort for too long; their vigilance had long since dulled.

They had even completely forgotten the principle that "even a fierce tiger pouncing on a rabbit must give it its all."

That was how the underworld had suffered such grievous losses.

If this continued, the underworld might truly be driven into desperate straits in this battle, or even be wiped out to the last man!

"Big Brother, we can't delay any longer! Biancheng King and the others have already been taken captive.

If we still don't break the formation quickly and keep proceeding with such excessive caution, I'm afraid we'll fall here one after another."

One of the Yama Kings spoke in a low voice.

The others all turned to look at Yama King.

In the past, each of them was a king, proud and arrogant in his own right.

Though they acknowledged him as their leader in name, they secretly refused to submit to him.

But with danger looming before them, none of them could afford to act on impulse or go their separate ways any longer.

The zombies were sweeping in like a tide. If they did not unite as one, the very foundations of the underworld would be shaken.

"Yes, this matter was indeed my failing.

I never expected this great formation to conceal such profound mysteries— as the head of the Ten Courts, I bear the responsibility. There is no shirking it!"

Yama King's expression was grave as he openly admitted his mistake.

There were no excuses, no concealment.

Before everyone, he directly acknowledged his own fault.

Such frankness shook the other Yama Kings, and their previously wavering desire to cooperate quietly tilted toward him.

This in itself was a way of rallying people's hearts.

At his question, several Yama Kings shook