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"Underworld Envoy? Impossible! How could you have infiltrated!"

Zhao Hongzhong's eyes were filled with terror, so much so that he forgot about the injury on his hand.

On the high platform, the remaining few ninth-stage Transcendents quickly reacted, immediately dodging to a distance. Of the original nine ninth-stage Transcendents on the platform, only two remained.

The black-robed figure beside Lu Yan was finally exposed to everyone.

It was only then that everyone realized a very serious issue: over the past month, Lu Yan had crossed dozens of settlements, killing a large number of Transcendents.

Just among the ninth-stage Transcendents, there were as many as seven.

This terrifying threat was what prompted the various Transcendents to decide to unite against Lu Yan.

However, during the meeting held earlier, there were eight ninth-stage Transcendents on the platform, plus the seven who had already fallen, bringing the count of ninth-stage Transcendents to fifteen, which did not match the original number of thirteen.

Yet this enormous oversight was quietly and unconsciously ignored by everyone.

Including the Shadow Corpse King, everyone felt a chill rise in their hearts.

They instinctively looked at the black-robed figure beside Lu Yan, all the information indicating that the black-robed person by Lu Yan's side was the root cause of this bizarre phenomenon.

The black-robed figure beside Lu Yan was clearly a woman, whose figure beneath the robe alternated unpredictably between tall and slender, and small and exquisite, like a perpetually elusive mist.

Transcendents below the ninth stage gazed at the black-robed person, but mere seconds later, they instinctively ignored her presence.

Even if she appeared before their eyes, they would merely feel she was a family member or friend meant to stand there.

The contradiction between subconscious and reality drove people nearly insane.

Under everyone's gaze, the black-robed figure beside Lu Yan removed her hood, revealing the visage beneath.

She stood there, her face shifting like flowing water.

With every breath, a new mask emerged from the void, overlaying her original face, only to disappear the next moment. Her eyes remained a constant night-like shade, as if that was her only unchanging hallmark.

She looked indifferently at everyone present, her voice as cold as frost:

"Under my master's command, Yinli!"

Indeed, she was one of the ghost deities Lu Yan had created over these past days.

The Yinli God was refined from a Golden Core Corpse King that Lu Yan had hunted. That Golden Core Corpse King, though lacking great power, possessed a strange gift—the ability to deceive beings into subliminally acknowledging her presence.

Using this talent, she once deceived an army of six thousand Yin Soldiers, attempting to assassinate Lu Yan, but was suppressed by four ghost deities in unison.

Lu Yan took a liking to her ability and refined and transformed her into a ghost deity named Yinli God.

Her Lifebound Divine Technique was called the Heaven of the Other's Transformation.

Under the cover of the Heaven of the Other's Transformation, the existence of Lu Yan and the Yinli God would seem reasonable to everyone, avoiding detection as long as they did not take action.

This divine technique shared a semblance of similarity with Lu Yan's Profound Unity True Intent.

After Zhao Hongzhong passed the message, Lu Yan tore open a space rift, quickly reaching the underground fortress and successfully infiltrating it with the True Heavens of Transformation and Freedom, witnessing this farce.

If it weren't for Liu Hao, who intrigued Lu Yan, he might have actually continued to play along.

After the initial panic, Zhao Hongzhong quickly calmed down, staring directly at Lu Yan with bright eyes, a hint of delight showing in them.

"Sneaking in would be one thing, but you dared to take action and reveal yourself.

Without the protection of the Underworld army, you are simply courting death!"

Including the Shadow Corpse King, seven strong individuals formed a formation, surrounding Lu Yan and Yinli God on the high platform. The surge of Extraordinary Power soared to the skies, almost overturning the entire underground fortress.

Lu Yan laughed loudly, the Soul Banner which had already been upgraded to a magical artifact fell into his hand, and in an instant, all-consuming ghost fog enveloped everything.

"Not good, it's the Underworld army!"

Doubtful voices rang out, accompanied by the rumble of deep war drums as a massive wave of Yin Soldiers surged forth like a tide.

The aura of thousands of Yin Soldiers fused instantaneously, transforming into a vast torrent of death that swept towards the strong individuals besieging the platform. The thick stone walls crumbled under this power, and countless fragments shattered and fell like meteors in the moonlight, while dozens of figures burst from the earth to the surface.

In the moonlight, everyone finally saw the terrifying army emerging from the ghost fog.

They wore black armor inscribed with runes, holding Soul Hooks exuding Nether Qi. As ghost fog covered them, their forms became faint in the moonlight, yet their footfalls shook the earth.

The Underworld army made no attacks, yet their unbeatable might bore down on everyone.

After slaughtering over fifty million zombies over several months, these Yin Soldiers had long cultivated an invincible battlefield presence, capable of unsettling even Golden Core experts facing them.

"Form a battle array and resist, or everyone will die!"

The next moment, the underworld army moved!

Six thousand Yin Soldiers arrayed themselves in the void, their figures interweaving to form mysterious runic script. The ghostly green Ghost Qi flowed through the heavens and earth, outlining two grand formations.

The Nine Netherworld Fire Array silently took shape, with countless ghostly green flames dancing within it, each flame containing the deathly power of the Netherworld. On the other side, the Nine Nether Yin Wind Array formed, a chilling wind howling, transforming into countless invisible blades.

"Activate the formations!"

With a single command, the two formations operated simultaneously. Nether Fire soared into the sky, turning into a forest of flames under the moonlight, devouring towards the transcendent's battle formation. The Nine Nether Yin Wind howled in, countless ghostly green wind blades weaving into a net in the void, sealing off all paths of escape.

At the forefront of the transcendent battle formation, a ninth-rank transcendent howled at the sky, surrounded by a biting cold aura.

In an instant, the area for kilometers around transformed into a snowy domain, countless crystalline ice crystals coalescing in the void, freezing the surging Nether Fire solid. The terrifying power of extreme cold clashed against the Yin Soldier army, the leading ranks enveloped by this icy force, with many Yin Soldiers' bodies instantly becoming ice sculptures, shattering into countless crystalline fragments.

Another powerful figure wielded the storm, summoning a massive hurricane to counter the Nine Nether Yin Wind. The two forces interwove and collided in the void, producing a deafening roar. The violent tornado swept hundreds of Yin Soldiers and transcendent beings into the air, breaking their formations into disarray.

A streak of blood light swiftly darted across the battlefield, a ninth-rank expert skilled in the way of speed. His figure moved like lightning, and where his long sword passed, the Yin Soldier's formations were sliced open with clear lines.

The confrontation in battle temporarily came to a stalemate, Zhao Hongzhong's face lit with joy, surrounded by thunder like the descent of the Thunder God, charging directly towards Lu Yan at the rear of the Yin Soldier army.

"Take the head!"

Accompanying him were also two ninth-rank experts and over ten eighth-rank transcendent beings.

They acted like a sharp blade, attempting to pierce through the Yin Soldiers' battle formation.

However, just at this moment, an unexpected change occurred. The aura of six thousand Yin Soldiers suddenly contracted, and the power of the two grand formations instantly fused.

A ninth-rank transcendent attempting to pierce the formation failed to notice this change in time and was instantly engulfed by the formation's power. The ghostly green light swallowed him, and amidst his wretched scream, his body was torn apart by Nether Fire and Yin Wind, his Divine Soul vanishing in this terrifying force.

The remaining eighth-rank transcendent beings fared no better, quickly consumed by the interweaving Nether Fire and Yin Wind.

Struggling against the Yin Wind Nether Fire, Zhao Hongzhong suddenly realized that the so-called temporary stalemate was just an illusion to lure them into the formation, and in a brief moment, a ninth-rank and over a dozen eighth-rank had fallen.

Including him, another ninth-rank expert was trapped in the formation, and without rescue, death was only a matter of time.

The fear of death enveloped Zhao Hongzhong, his eyes wide as he roared towards the Shadow Corpse King lurking outside the battle formation:

"Get them to act fast, or we'll all die!"

The Shadow Corpse King, who had hoped to reap the benefits from their struggle, never expected the tide of battle to change so quickly. Shadows gathered around him, transforming into a towering colossus over fifty meters tall, letting out an earth-shattering howl that spread across the heavens and earth.

The next second, it seemed as if the Earth Dragon turned over, and hundreds of thousands of zombies climbed out of the ground with the earth's veins surging, disrupting the originally stable formation roots.

The zombies were already dead things, not needing to eat or breathe, and having been in advance cooperation with Zhao Hongzhong, the Shadow Corpse King had already dispatched an army of a million zombies, along with seven Corpse Kings buried deep underground through an Earth Corpse King's ability days earlier.

Now fully revealed, the situation was instantly reversed.

The array formed by six thousand Yin Soldiers was powerful, but ultimately only at the peak of Qi Cultivation, and the reckless charge of a million zombies was enough to affect the formation's stability.

Adding the newly joined seven Corpse Kings, a total of thirteen Golden Core early-stage powerhouses were enough to destroy the greatest advantage of the underworld army.

The ghost mist in the sky fluctuated, and the Netherworld Array gradually collapsed, as Zhao Hongzhong, embodying the Thunder God, charged towards Lu Yan again.

This time, there were also five ninth-rank Corpse Kings accompanying him.

Just as everyone thought the situation was settled, Lu Yan, who had been indifferent all along, finally made a move.

With a light wave of the Soul Banner in his hand, Lu Yan chuckled softly and said:

"It seems they have played all their aces."

"It's your turn now!"

A spatial rift projected in the void, leading to the Soul Continent, with six hundred ghost generals clad in ghostly green armor riding black shadow horses, neatly arrayed in the void. Their armor was engraved with mysterious runes, reflecting a strange ghost fire under the moonlight, like countless ghostly green eyes peering from the darkness.

Each ghost general held a black battle spear, the shaft swirling with undying death aura, the tip gleaming with a chilling light as if it could pierce through the void. Their shadow horses were ink-black throughout, with hooves treading the air, each step causing ripples in the void, the flowing mane appearing to weave with wandering spirits.

This was Lu Yan's result over the past month, six hundred Foundation Establishment stage ghost generals, the best of whom had even reached the peak of Foundation Establishment.

The moment the ghost generals appeared, the tottering aura of the Netherworld Array instantly connected with the six hundred ghost generals, and the formation stabilized in an instant.

The moment the ghost generals appeared, they quickly locked onto Zhao Hongzhong and the five Corpse Kings charging the formation.

A unified command rang out in an instant.

"Kill!"

The six hundred ghost generals were surrounded by the confluence of Yin Wind and Nether Fire, various talent spells reinforcing their bodies, as their shadow horses tread the void to charge towards the six incoming Golden Core-stage powerhouses.

Regardless of the ninth-rank transcendent being comparable to the early Golden Core stage, within a battle formation gathering six thousand peak Qi Cultivation and six hundred Foundation Establishment, even Golden Core powerhouses were powerless to resist, being forcefully shattered by the overwhelming momentum.