Hope for Return

The moment one of Xiao Ran's feet shot out of the Netherworld, a great blade slashed past, almost grazing his nose.

If he'd been even a little faster, that strike might have given him a nose amputation.

"The city's been breached?"

Xiao Ran was stunned. He could already feel a dull, oppressive force bearing down on him.

It was as if all his spells, professional skills, and even Cursed Objects were being suppressed.

Fortunately, once he had fully emerged from the Netherworld, he looked around and finally felt his heart settle.

Although Yin Soldiers were pouring onto the city walls, the city hadn't actually fallen yet.

Some of the Yin Soldiers noticed Xiao Ran appear out of thin air. Dozens of them turned into black smoke and pounced on him.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran released his psychic power.

His psychic power surged through the air like a tide, forming a shock wave that scattered the Yin Soldiers.

At the same time, the Executioner's Blade appeared in Xiao Ran's hand. The moment he gripped the great blade, blood-red smoke rose from him like a beacon fire.

The Yin Soldiers nearby looked afraid beneath the smoke. Before Xiao Ran could even strike, they scattered in terror.

Most importantly, the oppressive feeling vanished completely.

This was a passive ability Xiao Ran had gained after his Strength exceeded one hundred.

Iron Furnace: Strength like iron, blood like beacon smoke. Immune to negative effects from Yin Souls, curses, spells, and Taoist arts below C-rank!

Xiao Ran hadn't expected this passive ability to have such an effect. With it, even when facing an army formation brimming with killing intent, he might well be able to fight his way through.

Xiao Ran's appearance brought looks of delight to the faces of the people fighting desperately in the