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"Is that the Special Forces? Why is there only one person?"

Before everyone could figure out the reason, they suddenly saw that figure holding a banner in his hand.

In the next moment, ghostly mist filled the sky, almost swallowing the sunlight completely.

Within this ghostly mist, thousands of Yin Soldiers walked in the air, overlooking the large city ahead. Their pitch-black armor shimmered faintly under the moonlight, with ghostly energy swirling around each piece.

The Soul Hooks in their hands moved without wind, emitting a chilling gleam, resembling silver snakes ready to strike.

With an unspoken command, the Array of Shadow Soldiers was initiated with a roar.

They split into hundreds of small units, flooding into the desolate city like a tide in the night. The Soul Hooks wove into a tightly knit web in the air, extracting wandering souls from the decaying zombie corpses wherever they passed. The blue and white soul flames danced under the night sky, transforming into streams of light that were collected into the Ghost Bottles at the waists of the Yin Soldiers.

The thirteen Foundation Establishment Corpse Kings in the center of the city were the first to sense the crisis, unleashing an astounding Extraordinary Power to protect their territory. The Corpse King at the Peak of Foundation Establishment even unfurled an Extraordinary Realm, corroding the space within hundreds of meters.

However, against the prepared Array of Shadow Soldiers, these struggles seemed so futile.

Hundreds of Soul Hooks pierced through the void, weaving mysterious array patterns, easily tearing apart the realm of Extraordinary Power.

The shells of those Foundation Establishment Corpse Kings crumbled inch by inch under the moonlight, even the Peak Corpse King couldn't escape fate, being seized by hundreds of elite Yin Soldiers who extracted the condensed soul from within.

The city echoed with silent wails, countless wandering souls were harvested, drifting in the night sky like wilting petals.

The Yin Soldiers moved with uniform precision, executing this grand soul harvesting operation like a meticulously orchestrated war ritual.

Everyone was dumbfounded, especially the capricious young man.

He could clearly sense that each Yin Soldier in black armor had strength not inferior to his, thousands of fourth-tier Extraordinary ones were enough to sweep everything aside.

In the face of such an Extraordinary army, individual strength was utterly insignificant.

Finally, an angry roar resounded from the center of the city.

In a tall building, the powerful aura of a ninth-tier Corpse King emerged at last, with soul-burning flames spreading for miles, aiming to incinerate all the Yin Soldiers.

However, the thousands of Yin Soldiers seemed to be well prepared, half forming the Nine Nether Yin Wind Array, and the other half the Nine Netherworld Fire Array.

The Nine Nether Yin Wind Array roared into action, countless dark wind blades howled through the void, like blades slicing through space. The Yin Wind carried a bone-chilling cold, freezing everything even the steel turned brittle like glass. The weapons in the hands of the Yin Soldiers quivered simultaneously, continuously injecting power into the array.

On the other side, the Nine Netherworld Fire Array had also taken form. Ghostly green fire flickered within the array, like countless stars falling to earth. Each Nether Fire burned with an unextinguishable eerie flame, aiming to reduce the Corpse King's shell to ashes.

The two arrays resonated, the Yin Wind fueling the Nether Fire, while the Nether Fire borrowed the Yin Wind's force to sweep in all directions.

The two grand arrays formed by thousands of Yin Soldiers instantly suppressed the ninth-tier Corpse King, the soul-burning flames of the Corpse King almost extinguished under the arrays' pressure.

The thousands of Yin Soldiers seemed to use the ruined city as a furnace, the Yin Wind and Nether Fire as fuel, to incinerate the ninth-tier Corpse King.

As night fell, the ninth-tier Corpse King could no longer hold on, and amidst the forceful extraction of its soul by thousands of Soul Hooks, the entire city had become a true dead zone.

Thousands of Yin Soldiers reformed their formation, the soul bottles at their waists glimmering with the light of a million souls.

Above the sky, Lu Yan's Soul Banner summoned all the Yin Soldiers back into the banner.

Then Lu Yan stepped into the void, intending to traverse the yet-unhealed space rift to leave the place.

Just at that moment, a high-pitched shout suddenly rang out.

"Divine Messenger, please wait!"

Lu Yan's gaze fell, finally noticing the small figures at the edge of the ruined city.

In these days, Lu Yan had also encountered many Transcendents from various gatherings, but had never interacted with them.

After all, with the threat of the immortality version before him, Lu Yan wished to spend every minute and second harvesting zombie wandering souls, not caring about these Transcendents at the gatherings.

Just as Lu Yan was about to step through the space rift, he heard another strong and spirited shout from below.

"I wonder if the Divine Messenger is interested in a large-scale corpse tide?"