"Big brother... Brother Shen..."

Shen Zhao's resolute and determined gaze in the video instantly struck Su Yunying's heart.

Faced with such a terrifying enemy, everyone chose to retreat.

But he resolutely stood up, faced his fear head-on, and vowed to rewrite the fate of the Nine Realms.

"These are my men, these are my army!"

Yu Xiyan was already sobbing uncontrollably. She never imagined that the enemy Shen Zhao was facing was so terrifying.

But her man resolutely chose to fight to the end.

Looking at the upright figure reflected in the blood-red light in the image, Yu Xiyan felt as if she could hardly breathe.

"Why have you never mentioned your past in the Nine Netherworld to me?"

"We're husband and wife, don't you want to tell me anything?"

...

In the scene, the 30,000-strong vanguard army of the Nine Netherworlds, led by two Quasi-Emperors, four Manifestation Saints, and nine Supreme Realm experts, rushed towards the Yellow Springs Pass like wolves pouncing on sheep.

They didn't take these lowly ants seriously at all, and didn't even deploy any tactics. They only knew that anyone or anything that dared to obstruct the great cause of the Nine Netherworlds had to be completely eliminated.

At the windward vantage point of Huangquankou, Shen Zhao stood with his arms crossed, coldly watching the Nine Netherworld army approach.

He simply waved his hand when the enemy troops entered the first line of defense.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

In an instant, arrows as dense as locusts soared into the air, sweeping across the enemy army like a dark cloud.

"Innocent!"

Upon seeing this scene, the vanguard general of the Nine Netherworlds couldn't help but sneer.

"Can any iron arrowheads harm my Nine Nether Army in the slightest? What a ridiculous joke."

The Nine Nether Clan has a very special constitution. Half of their bodies are composed of souls, so ordinary weapons cannot cause fatal damage. They can recover to normal in just a few breaths.

Sure enough, as the arrows fell into the enemy ranks that had launched the charge, swathes of the Nine Nether Army were overturned to the ground like wheat.

In just a moment, the fallen soldiers rose again, roaring as they caught up with the army.

Witnessing this scene, Shen Zhao remained expressionless, letting the archers continue to fire in rapid succession.

In less than a minute, 10,000 archers had fired eighteen volleys of arrows.

The powerful bow with a draw weight of fifteen stones is extremely demanding on arm strength. Fortunately, the Iron Flame Army has strict daily training, and the soldiers also have cultivation. Otherwise, they would have been exhausted and needed to rest after only a few rounds.

However, despite the hundreds of thousands of arrows falling, the enemy suffered no casualties whatsoever.

Just as the Nine Netherworld Evil Tide was about to break through the first line of defense, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on Shen Zhao's lips.

"Roar~"

With a roar, the group of Nine Nether soldiers at the forefront suddenly turned bloodshot and abruptly turned around to pounce on their comrades.

Soon, more soldiers began to defect, frantically tearing apart and slaughtering their fellow Jiuyou.

In an instant, the vanguard's formation was completely disrupted, and the battlefield was filled with scenes of Nine Nether soldiers killing each other.

"Huh? What's going on? Why is this happening?"

"Oh no, we've fallen into a trap! This is datura pollen, specifically designed to counter the constitution of the Nine Nether Clan. They came prepared!"

After analysis, the two quasi-emperors recalled that the dozen or so waves of arrows that had just rained down seemed to be accompanied by a thin mist.

Unfortunately, because of the blood moon, they didn't notice this detail.

"Damn it! Such despicable methods, such deep cunning! This person must not be allowed to live!"

The two quasi-emperors looked towards the summit of Huangquankou, where Shen Zhao stood under the blood-red military flag, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"To catch the thief, first catch the king!"

After speaking, one of the quasi-emperors immediately soared into the air and transformed into light at the peak of the Yellow Springs Pass.

The other quasi-emperor turned his attention to the Iron Flame Army soldiers who were resisting.

Shen Zhao remained motionless, quietly watching the quasi-emperor powerhouse approach him.

"Insects, do you think you can stop the glorious plan of the Nine Netherworld with these methods?"

As soon as the quasi-emperor landed, he immediately questioned Shen Zhao in a stern voice.

Shen Zhao closed his eyes and sneered: "Ants? Who are the ants here?"

"What did you say? You..."

The next moment, he was speechless.

He discovered that two purple totems had suddenly appeared on the ground beneath his feet, locking down his meridians and rendering him unable to move.

"This is?"

Just as he was wondering, Shen Zhao slightly opened his eyes.

"The Seven Arts of Yin Talisman: The True Meaning of the Soaring Serpent!"

In an instant, four chains shot out from the totem, binding his hands and feet, placing him in a spread-eagle position in the void.

"you……"

"die!"

With a soft shout, Shen Zhao's outstretched fingers suddenly contracted, and all four chains exerted force simultaneously.

In just a moment, the quasi-emperor behind him was torn to pieces.

On the other side, a vanguard of the Nine Nether Quasi-Emperor charged into the first line of defense, and with a single palm strike, he directly overturned hundreds of archers, leaving them with severed limbs and broken arms, which lay scattered across the battlefield.

"How dare you ants defy Heaven? Today I will teach you to be eternally annihilated."

Looking at the corpses of the Iron Army scattered all over the subway, he burst into laughter.

Just as he was about to continue forward, a large hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.

Looking down, he saw a soldier of the Iron Flame Army, his intestines hanging out and only his upper body remaining, gripping his foot tightly with his only remaining hand, trying to stop himself from moving forward.

Meeting the soldier's contemptuous and disdainful gaze, this quasi-emperor felt a strange tremor in his heart.

"Let go!"

Blood continued to gush from the soldiers' mouths, and they were no longer able to answer the emperor's questions.

But his eyes became incredibly resolute, and his grip on his ankle tightened even more.

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

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