Beneath the pitch-black sky, Netherworld Soldiers swept across the wilderness, slaughtering the apostles of Divine Beings.
High in the sky, a group of Reincarnators followed Jiang Chen, keeping close behind him without daring to breathe loudly. At that moment, the figure ahead was no longer the shameless Dog Bandit they had known, but a supreme monarch.
Anyone who provoked the king's wrath would be killed without mercy!
Whenever even the slightest disrespectful thought arose in any Reincarnator's mind, they felt a chill at their neck, as though a blade hung just beneath it.
Beyond a vast stretch of wilderness lay a city of scattered lights. There was simply no telling how many people inside were still alive, and how many had already become puppet-like fanatics.
Jiang Chen did not go around it.
Under cover of night, the Yin Army scattered into smaller groups and strode brazenly into the modern city like a mass of black shadows.
Beneath the neon lights, some people instinctively frowned, seemingly sensing something. They quietly withdrew from the crowds, found secluded places, and opened their phones to check the Divine Religion App for any recent dangers.
But just then, a pair of bloody, icy hands reached out from the shadows.
Squelch.
An Evil Believer collapsed with a bloody hole in his chest, terror written all over his face. On his phone screen was a photograph of Netherworld Soldiers covering the wilderness, along with a warning from another believer.
-The Yin Army is passing through, slaughtering believers.
Scenes like this unfolded everywhere: on streets and in alleys, on rooftops, in bar bathrooms... Wherever shadows existed, Yin Sha arrived in an instant. They were stranger than phantoms and fiercer than Vengeful Ghosts.
It was a merciless massacre.
Before these amalgamations of madness, evil, coldness, distortion, strangeness, and