Even the Zombie King's Body Can't Withstand It!

When the time came, they would make them see—

What it meant to be the true orthodox line of the Netherworld, and what the majesty of the underworld truly was!

They would have to beat the pain into their very bones before they learned to rein themselves in and dared not set foot in the Netherworld again!

More than that, they would make them understand completely:

Who was the true master of these Nine Nethers!

Dreaming of turning the tables and becoming masters with nothing but crooked tricks? Nothing but a fool's dream!

"Good. This king will now stir the will within the Emperor Sword—but doing so will greatly drain my vitality!"

"Once the formation breaks, I will be unable to act for some time. The four Zombie Kings will be left to you."

Yama King turned sideways to look at the other four, his tone steady.

The four examined themselves inwardly, confirming that they still had sufficient mana and that their foundations remained unharmed.

Though the formation before them was exceedingly sinister and continued to silently devour their strength, their years of bitter cultivation had not been for nothing.

Once they endured this deadlock, they would still retain more than half their fighting strength.

As long as the formation broke, dealing with those few clownish pests outside would be beyond doubt.

"Prepare yourselves—this king will break the formation at once!"

As soon as the words fell, and seeing that everyone had focused their minds and gathered their strength, Yama King hesitated no longer and immediately summoned the Yama Emperor Sword once more.

His left hand slowly stroked along the spine of the blade—

The sword's edge was icy enough to pierce the bone. At the slightest touch, a bloody gash split open across his palm, and Netherworld blood streamed