Who is secretly lending a hand?

The Ten Yama Kings crashed heavily to the ground, grievously wounded and unable to rise for the moment.

After struggling for a long while, only the Yama King, whose cultivation was the deepest, barely managed to prop himself up with his perfected Daluo Golden Immortal realm, and rose to his feet, trembling.

But he was in terrible condition as well—

his body swayed incessantly, as though a single gust could blow him over, let alone allow him to fight that ancient ferocious beast again.

Hou's gaze swept over them, his eyes brimming with contempt and disdain.

He truly could not understand these people who overestimated themselves:

a path to life through submission had clearly been laid before them, yet they insisted on choosing a dead-end road to the execution block—

in the end, it was nothing but foolishness.

He slowly stepped forward, his footsteps dull and oppressive, closing in step by step on the Ten Yama Kings sprawled upon the ground.

Next, he would deal with these fools who could not recognize the times.

Then, he would personally kill the mortal enemy fate had ordained for him—Yama Emperor!

He would make him watch helplessly as the entire Underworld crumbled and collapsed before his very eyes!

Such devastation striking directly at the soul would be enough to utterly crush Yama Emperor's Dao heart!

Likewise, this was the cruelest method Hou had contemplated for a long time, the one most capable of driving Yama Emperor into a state of eternal damnation.

He wanted to see with his own eyes—when this man, who had protected the Underworld with the efforts of his entire life, watched helplessly as everything he held as dear as his own life

was torn to pieces and burned to ashes right before his eyes, would that despair make his