Guo Kai slammed his fist into the ground. Though his blood qi had yet to fully recover, the fierce valor of the True Martial Gate in him had not diminished in the slightest.
"I've never fought a battle with this much going for me in my life! Getting to clash with the Netherworld's million-strong army—even if I die and go down to the Netherworld..."
"Uh, we're already in the Netherworld. Who cares? Let's just do it!"
Tang Hua'an laid the Black Iron Long Spear across his knees, gently wiping its tip with the corner of his robe. An arrogant smile curled his lips.
"My spear has been thirsting for blood for ages."
"King of Hell or whoever the hell he is, if he stands in our way, I'll punch a hole clean through him."
Miao Xiyue stroked the Great Treasure Toad on her shoulder. Understanding her intent, Dabao let out a low croak, a cloud of green poison mist faintly brewing in his mouth.
"The Miao Frontier's gu love death qi and flesh most of all. This entire city of ghost troops makes the finest nourishment." A dangerous light flickered in Miao Xiyue's eyes.
Chu Tian said nothing. He simply rose in silence, black and white qi weaving into a chaotic mass of killing intent within his double pupils. He looked at Li Xiang and nodded slightly.
Seeing everyone's soaring morale, a flicker of satisfaction crossed Li Xiang's eyes.
Though this team had been hastily assembled, the trials of life and death had forged them into an incomparably sharp blade.
"Since no one objects, let's discuss the details of the plan."
Pointing at the crude terrain map on the ground, Li Xiang began assigning their tactics in detail.
"The source of the Yin-Yang Boundary River is bound to be heavily