Ying Zhao, the Demon Marshal, radiated brilliance in the Netherworld, displaying a presence unlike any other.
He represented the will of the Heavenly Court, bringing the flames of war into the Netherworld!
One elite Tianhe unit after another had their instinct for battle awakened by him. They formed ranks and armies, and in the blink of an eye, tens of millions stood ready. Their murderous aura surged like mountains and seas, piercing through the canopy of reincarnation and blotting out the light of the Nether Sun, turning this land into a disaster-stricken wasteland of war!
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Alive, they were demons of the Heavenly Court; dead, they were ghosts of the Heavenly Court. Under the supreme Demon Emperor's will to conquer, countless ghost armies charged toward the Five Directions Ghost Emperors' palaces, determined to overturn heaven and earth!
And that still wasn't the end!
"Fire is born from wood; when disaster erupts, it must overcome all."
The Demon Marshal Bi Fang sighed, spiritual light flickering in his eyes with an extraordinary radiance.
Yet at this moment, the extraordinary power brought by this Demon Marshal was not auspiciousness, but disaster!
Bi Fang was a divine being born from fire, the spirit of fire.
For no discernible reason, an unnamed flame quietly began to burn and spread without limit, wantonly scattering seeds of chaos throughout the Netherworld.
As the fire of the heart burned, tempting thoughts echoed in the minds of souls that had originally been stable and orderly.
--"The Underworld is in turmoil, and order has collapsed. What are you still waiting for?"
--"Why not take this opportunity to enjoy some free shopping?"
--"Opportunity knocks only once... Miss this village, and there won't be another shop."
--"The thoughts that were shackled by rules and order in the past—why not indulge