At this time, how dare anyone have a different opinion. Just look at the city guard's murderous appearance and you'll know that as soon as someone opposes it, they will be immediately suppressed into the Ba Ling City below.

  "We will follow your orders, Lord Qin. We swear to hunt down and punish the evil spirits that disturb the peace of our lord's temple." Someone shouted in response.

  These people who got up early, Chen Jing secretly remembered in his heart, were more than half of them. It seemed that they were all from Qin City. Only some of their titles were different from Ye Qingxue's title as the City God.

  "Haha... Alright..." Qin Chengyu laughed loudly and said, "Since you all share the same heart as me, then let's sign this edict to slay the gods together. Once the matter is successful, I, the king, will definitely reward you."

  Chen Jing only now realized that the underworld was divided into ten temples, each with a king, and under each king were various city gods. Among them was a temple called Qin Guang Temple, where every successor was named King Qin Guang. The city god told him that there was a demon causing chaos, but he didn't know if the demon had obtained or not yet obtained the position of King Qin Guang's spirit. Anyway, now they have to go to Qin Guang Temple.

  A decree of the God of Annihilation, with three thousand words, Chen Jing did not see it, but saw various divine seal prints printed on the back of the decree. When the decree was passed to his side, he raised his hand and brushed it over the decree, and the imperial seal print of Xiu Chun Wan was printed on it.

  When everyone had affixed their seals, the City God burst out laughing and said: "Gentlemen, you are of one mind with me; this matter is settled." Then he turned to the side and asked: "Are the armored soldiers of Chu City ready?"

  Someone immediately replied: "The three thousand armored warriors are all outside the city."

  "Well, let us take this opportunity of my birthday celebration to wish for the successful completion of this campaign to pacify the rebels."

  Cheng Huang took the lead and walked out, it turned out that he was leaving now, apparently everything was planned, Chen Jing suppressed his surprise in his heart and followed the crowd to leave.

  When Chen Jing came out, he saw three thousand dark soldiers standing solemnly, with swords and spears in hand, their killing aura rising. In the midst of the dark soldiers, a large chariot pulled by four horses stood tall, adorned with various talismans, looking stern and majestic. The mounts of the various gods were also brought into the midst of the three thousand dark soldiers.

  When Chen Jing rode the giant red shrimp to the midst of the dark troops, he saw that the City God was already seated in a chariot pulled by four black ghost horses, looking like an emperor on a military campaign, while he himself looked like a low-ranking officer.

  The ghostly chariot soared into the air, and in an instant, a dark wind spread out in all directions. The sky was filled with thunder and lightning, and heavy rain poured down.

  Chen Jing also gently tapped the back of the giant prawn, and the giant prawn also felt that something was amiss, so it silently rose into the air and closely followed. Chen Jing looked around and found himself surrounded by three thousand armored soldiers in the middle, heading westward, with strong winds and heavy rains along the way. If someone woke up at this time and looked up at the sky, perhaps under the lightning, they could see a team of dark troops marching through the sky.

  Looking around, they were all unfamiliar faces, and they were the ones who had first expressed their stance on the city's chaos. Chen Jing suddenly felt a sense of being surrounded and watched.

  Not long after, in a place hundreds of miles away, the master suddenly descended into a valley. Chen Jing only felt a dizziness in front of his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was on a road shrouded in mist and gloomy air. He couldn't see the moon above or the road below. Looking around, all he saw was a vast expanse of yellow fog. Turning back, it was still yellow fog swirling everywhere. Where was the valley? It was impossible to tell whether this was still the mortal world or if they had been enveloped by the demon's magic.

  Looking ahead, he saw a white-haired figure in the yellow fog, exceptionally eye-catching. Beside him was Ye Qingxue. He was filled with doubts and couldn't understand why Ye Qingxue and Jiang Liuyun were here. He remembered that it was Qin Yang of Ba Ling City who had attacked Qian Luo Mountain, as told by the god of Cui Ping Mountain. Thinking about this, he looked at the people beside him again, their faces reflected in the yellow fog, like those of dead men. His heart skipped a beat as he suddenly thought: "Could this be the legendary Yellow Spring Road to the underworld?" He couldn't help but ask the person beside him: "Brother, is this really the Yellow Spring Road?"

  That person seemed to be completely unaware, as if he hadn't heard at all. Chen Jing said it again, but still got no response. He asked a few other people too, and they were the same. He wanted to tap them on the shoulder, but restrained himself.

  He didn't know what he was like in other people's eyes, probably similar to how he saw them. Looking ahead, the city wall's carriage was still in front, quietly and eerily silent.

  Although there were more than a hundred gods walking together, what entered his eyes was just a vast expanse of yellow fog. It felt as if he was walking alone in the darkness, with an inexplicable chill seeping into his heart from every pore. As he walked on, he had long lost all sense of direction and couldn't tell whether he was on a straight or winding road; even time itself had become indistinguishable.

  At this time he again felt that kind of feeling that didn't know whether his body was in a dream or the world was just an illusory fantasy.

  After walking for a long time, it felt like they were going to walk until the end of the world, beyond reincarnation. Suddenly, the front turned sharply, and Chen Jingru, who was among the three thousand armored soldiers, naturally changed direction with it. His eyes suddenly changed scenery, a cold air rushed towards him, and at the same time, his vision darkened. Looking up, the air was gloomy and misty. With his current eyesight, he couldn't see more than a few hundred feet away. He heard the sound of people's breathing in his ears, showing that their hearts were also not calm. Looking at the people around him, their faces had returned to normal, but he saw surprise in many people's eyes, and it was clear that most people were also coming to this place for the first time.

  "Who dares to enter the underworld?"

  A thunderous roar erupted, devoid of emotion, as if lifeless. As the sound rose, a pair of armored cavalrymen appeared in the distance. The one at the forefront wore black heavy armor, holding a large sword and riding a massive black horse that seemed to have black flames burning beneath it. Behind him were over a hundred similarly dressed men, each with black armor, black flame horses, and black iron helmets covering their faces. Chen Jing narrowed his eyes, using his divine sight to gaze at the riders on the black flame horses, but he couldn't see clearly the face of the person in front, only a dark blur.

  As soon as the voice was heard, they didn't wait for Chen Jing and his party to respond. More than a hundred riders had already mounted their horses and in an instant, a surge of murderous energy rolled in.

  The sky is cloudless, yet it's gloomy and oppressive, with a thick and heavy yin energy like a muddy swamp, where both spiritual awareness and magical powers are greatly discounted.

  The dark horse, the black armor riding general. The hundred or more riders came like a black tidal wave, and compared to these three thousand or more yin soldiers and the hundred or so xian gods, the hundred or more riders should have been at a disadvantage, but they were majestic and powerful, as if in their eyes, what was before them was not xian gods, but a group of people who had given up.

  "Kill."

  Cheng Huang let out a loud shout, and three thousand armored soldiers charged forward.

  Over a hundred black riders' bodies were shrouded in black smoke, surging up to the sky and forming a dark cloud. Chen Jing was secretly shocked, and in his eyes, at that moment, those over a hundred riders condensed into one rider, who emerged from the rolling black flames, with the heavily armored general on the black horse's eyes turning from black pupils to red light, charging straight towards the three thousand city guards' armor-clad soldiers.

  Thirty thousand elite soldiers with long spears in hand, a forest of steel, cold and stern, killing intent.

  The city god suddenly swung out a dark light, the dark light unfolded above the heads of the 3,000 yin soldiers, and it was a painting. The painting depicted the 3,000 yin soldiers in a stern formation, and with another flash of dark light, the painting fell and covered the 3,000 yin soldiers, disappearing from sight.

  In an instant, the three thousand dark troops also merged into a single entity. Only the black air above the three thousand dark soldiers was visible, and it was already difficult to see each individual soldier clearly. Chen Jing suddenly thought: "If I were to fall into these three thousand dark troops now, could I break through?" He was uncertain, and at the same time, the hundred cavalry had charged into the formation of the three thousand armored soldiers.

  In an instant, it was submerged, and from the outside, only a black air rushed into the sky, and the killing intent filled the air.

  At this moment, more than a hundred riders appeared in the distance, with black horses and black armor, not saying a word, silently rushing over.

  "Hmm..."

  A loud roar, and suddenly a figure soared into the air, taking several steps in mid-air before disappearing. A temple materialized out of thin air, with the words "Cheng Huang" gleaming in black on its gate.

  It can be inferred that this city god temple must be one of the other four small city god temples in Ba Ling City.

  The temple of the City God covered them, and more than a hundred black knights were enveloped in it. However, the temple did not take off, but stopped on the ground. The sound of clashing metal and neighing horses could be faintly heard from within the temple, as if the sounds of two armies clashing before battle.

  In this world, Chen Jing felt a sense of oppression. Leaving the divine realm made it impossible to continuously drive the spiritual power of the river domain, and only the spiritual power contained in the imperial symbol was not enough to refine the yin energy into magical powers, but also had to use magical powers to resist the invasion of yin energy. And that Cheng Huang obviously didn't need to, he wasn't as good as being in their divine realm, nor did he have to resist the invasion of yin energy like Chen Jing.

  It was just a blink of an eye, and most people had reacted to the fact that they had arrived in the underworld and were already fighting with the two Yin cavalry. Chen Jing turned his head to look at the road he came from, but behind him was empty, and there was no road with yellow fog rising up. He was shocked in his heart and thought: "If I want to go back, do I still need some secret method, or is the place to return not here?"

  In the blink of an eye, cavalry troops appeared simultaneously from all directions, clad in identical black armor and riding horses that emitted black smoke. The only difference was the weapons they held: some grasped guns, others wielded large swords, some held spears, and a few carried bows and arrows on their backs.

  Ten-faced ambush, Chen Jing suddenly thought of this word. Looking at the people beside him, they were all shocked and lost their color. The ferocity of these cavalrymen had already been seen before, and even a small city in Baoling City had not yet eliminated those one hundred dark cavalrymen until now. In this space, they did not think that they could easily eliminate one hundred combined dark cavalrymen.

  And the dark cavalry surrounding them from all sides, at a glance, numbered at least tens of thousands, with an aura of killing intent that filled the air, encircling the three thousand dark soldiers and over a hundred gods in the middle. Chen Jing felt a chill run down his spine as the tens of thousands of cavalry charged downwards, how many people would be able to survive?

  It was clear that Cheng Huang had not expected this to happen, and for a moment everyone fell silent, their faces looking ugly. Even if they managed to survive, they would likely suffer heavy casualties, and since they were already in the underworld, it would be even more difficult to make it back alive.

  "Whoever trespasses on the Netherworld shall be killed!" A cold voice suddenly echoed through the dark sky.