After speaking, the tall male cultivator deflated and swung his palm at the man, sending him flying backward and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Only then did the anger in his heart subside slightly.

He took a deep breath and continued, "Go and bring back the man and the Underworld King right now."

Seeing the people on the ground cowering and showing no sign of moving, his anger, which he had barely managed to calm down, surged back up again, and he roared, "Hurry up and go!"

Upon hearing those four words, the already trembling figure shook even more violently, and his voice trembled as he said, "Your...Your Excellency, it's not that I don't want to go, but Lord Youlin has lost contact with us, and we can't find him."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and lay completely prostrate on the ground, waiting for death or severe injury to come.

After a while, there was no sound and no injury on his body. Hope began to rise in his heart. With his heart pounding, he carefully raised his head and opened his eyes.

Then, he met a pair of eyes that were icy cold, and heard a voice that sent chills down his spine: "What did you say?"

The four words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, one word at a time. His heart sank to the bottom with each word, despair filled his eyes, his body trembled wildly, but his tone was miraculously calm.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, Lord Youlin has lost contact, and King Mingxiao is also missing. Our spies have just reported that reinforcements from the Great Vault Realm have arrived."

He paused, then added, "The disciple who was guarding the soul lamp also said that Lord Youlin's soul lamp was severely damaged, with only a last wisp of flame remaining."

After saying this last sentence, he was utterly desperate, his expression numb, his heart ashen.

Sure enough, just as he had predicted, a sharp gust of wind came at him the next moment. He dared not dodge, nor could he dodge, and could only watch helplessly as the attack landed on him.

Then, he felt himself being hit, his whole body ached, his blood surged, and he was sent flying backward, crashing hard into the incredibly hard wall behind him.

He could even hear the sound of bones breaking, and his veins were cracking inch by inch. He vomited another mouthful of blood and then completely lost consciousness.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he seemed to hear his master's furious voice shouting, "Someone come here!" After that, he knew nothing more.

But this is for the best. At least he doesn't have to face such a humiliating life anymore. He thought to himself, and then he completely fell into darkness.