The Drought Chi's Fury, a Thousand Miles of Scorched Earth!

If Big Brother had not arrived in time to rescue them, who knew how much longer they would have remained imprisoned? Their lives might even have hung by a thread.

The more they thought about it, the angrier they became. The fire in their chests surged straight to the crown of their heads, and they wished they could charge into the battle formation at once and tear the entire zombie race out by the roots!

In the past, the Ten Yama Kings had always avoided conflict as though it were poison, never readily involving themselves in any dispute.

Otherwise, the Underworld would not have lain dormant in the Netherworld for hundreds of thousands of years, forever hidden in the shadows.

But this time, the zombie race had been so arrogant and unrestrained—they had plainly trampled the Yama Kings' bottom line into the mud!

If they were not thoroughly suppressed, how would they command the billions of wandering souls in the future? What authority and discipline could they possibly speak of?

This matter absolutely could not be allowed to end peacefully!

"Brothers, since you have recovered some of your combat strength, follow this King to reinforce the perimeter and give these zombies a lesson they will never forget for all eternity!"

Still unable to discern the secrets of the blood chains, the Yama King swept up all the broken chains with a wave of his hand and stored them in his personal space.

Since it could not be solved for the moment, it would be set aside—the great battle was not yet over, so where was the spare time to investigate it further?

There would be plenty of time later. For now, destroying the enemy was the foremost priority.

"By your command!"

The three Yama Kings clasped their fists and accepted