Unlike the fear of the many ghosts, the centurion stood tall, his expression unchanged.

He still looked at Li Yu with a devout gaze, a fervor and unwavering resolve only a servant of the gods possessed.

At this point, the centurion was no longer afraid of the patrolling guards, nor was he afraid of being robbed or killed.

For God was right before him!

"My god is here! What fear is there of evil spirits and their claws!" The centurion's voice pierced through the panic, carrying an undeniable power of faith.

Even if more and more underworld guards came, he was not afraid.

Because it believes that the gods will not stand idly by and allow His people to be slaughtered!

The rumbling of the patrol team as they marched drew nearer, like muffled thunder rolling through the underground world.

The sound grew closer and louder.

The treasures carefully displayed in the surrounding buildings trembled and even overturned to the ground in rhythm with this movement.

The numerous ghosts were already trembling with fear from this overwhelming aura, their originally translucent forms almost dissipating.

They had no chance of escape and could only hope that the patrolling guards would spare their lives after the robbery.

'The robbers are back...'

"Gods, please have mercy on us and save us."

"Evil spirits, begone! Evil spirits, begone!"

The ghosts huddled at the edge of Li Yu's radiant flames, placing all their hopes and despair on the figure within the flames, endlessly kneeling and kowtowing before Li Yu in supplication.

Their posture was filled with an almost desperate reliance, as if the figure before them was their only salvation in this chaos, hoping that the gods could protect them and block the impending torrent of steel.

"Thump—"

A deep, yet extremely penetrating, bang suddenly exploded out.