The giant city was tranquil. Wang Xuan's injuries were no longer a problem. He repeatedly used the Wordless Art to remove the Dao resonance left inside his body by sacred artifacts. His wounds healed, and he fully recovered.
The red sun slanted westward. Though killing intent filled the air outside the city and great banners snapped in the wind, the Hell Army showed no intention of making a move.
Cities rose from the ground one after another, dotting this flat land. Beneath the setting sun, they appeared solemn, austere, oppressive, and deeply intimidating.
The upper echelons of Heavenly God Mountain, Holy Emperor City, Ash Ridge, and the others remained composed. They did not rush to attack, for it was already late when they surrounded the city.
They feared that if they failed to deal with Kong Xuan before sunset, the widespread emergence of Hell's wanderers would severely disrupt the hunt.
Hell's nights were terrifying, dangerous even for Awakened Ones. Without a city's protection, the entire wilderness was bloody and savage.
In the end, the sun sank below the horizon, and the battle did not erupt. A deep-blue moon rose. A rotten giant bird, like a mass of dark clouds, streaked across the sky and blocked out the moon. A terrifying Anomalous Being Level wanderer had appeared, stepping onto the moon in a single stride.
Everyone knew the great battle would begin at dawn the next day. From that moment on, the land outside the giant city would be dyed red with blood water!
This night in the underworld was strange, unlike any before. The dead Extreme Path True Immortals wept, their Dao resonance manifesting. The gods wailed along with them. A torrential rain fell beneath the profound night sky, and upon closer inspection, it was crimson. Rivers of blood flowed