"Deception!"
"Concealment!"
"Ruthlessly taking away what rightfully belongs to you, then turning around and forcing you to buy it back at an exorbitant price—the lofty Demon Gods seize your remaining value by force, using it to achieve their own nobility and splendor!"
"Now, at this moment, can you still not awaken?"
"Will you continue to submit in such a lowly manner?"
Great Emperor Fengdu roared, "Stand up!"
"Living beings who refuse to be slaves!"
The blood-red sun erupted with blinding radiance, illuminating the Netherworld and striving to awaken every soul of the dead. Even the elite souls of the Heavenly River Navy began to hesitate ever so slightly.
Great Emperor Fengdu had sacrificed himself to transform into the Nether Sun. He was subject to too many restrictions, but he could still speak. He was trying to turn them against the enemy at the critical moment and reverse the tide.
However, Marshal Ying Zhao was no pushover.
He had come to the Underworld fully prepared. Now that he commanded the Ghost Army in an expedition against the Ghost Emperor's residence, he naturally had methods to restrain them and prevent chaos.
These methods were actually very simple.
They were nothing more than offering sweet dates in one hand and wielding a club in the other.
"Fengdu, I respect you as a remarkable figure, yet you spout such absurdities!" Marshal Ying Zhao swung his battle spear, wrapped in wind and thunder. The several Ghost Emperors besieging him could also be considered Great Divine Ability Users, yet none of them were his match. They were beaten back step by step—Great Luo varied even among Great Luo, and the same was true of mighty figures!
While suppressing the Ghost Emperors, Ying Zhao still had the leisure to speak. He sneered indifferently, "People are different from