Tang Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Rest assured, everyone. The Heavenly Court won't send us to our deaths. There will be danger, but our chances of success are excellent. If we wipe out the Purple Dusk Demons who infiltrated the Eastern Glory World with the Holy Marshal, I needn't tell you how great a feat that would be!"
"Besides, we won't be the main force. We're only providing support..."
First came the threat, then the promise of reward, and finally the assurance that the danger would not be too great.
Marshal Ba and the others had weathered plenty of storms. They knew Tang Changsheng was not telling them the whole truth, but they had to admit they had no other road to take.
They could only smile bitterly, nod, and agree to his request.
Of course, if they had known Tang Changsheng was talking utter nonsense—that not a word of it was true, and the Heavenly Court knew nothing about the matter—who knew how they would have reacted!
Under Tang Changsheng's command, the army bypassed the Xiao Yang Mountain Basin. Signals went out along the way, gathering every force that had been sent in a different direction.
More than two million elite Dragon Court troops slipped onward into the depths of the Netherworld.
Countless City God domains, Blessed Lands, and Spirit Realms along the way lay destroyed. They had clearly entered Central Province and were gradually approaching the heart of the Underworld.
To keep word from getting out, they marched at full speed without stopping.
When they encountered wandering Criminal Ghosts, they avoided a fight whenever they could.
But once they fought, they killed every last one, leaving no loose ends.
Such marching and fighting took a tremendous toll. An army of flesh and blood would have