An hour later.
The Underworld City fell; the chief elder of the Yin Tianfu and all the rulers of the Nine Capitals perished.
After settling the 'destined ones,' Bao Zheng led the army tirelessly, marching grandiosely to the front line, slaughtering light soaring to the sky, tearing through the void, and shaking the universe.
Once they left, a stream of light descended into the ruins, flew straight into the Earth's core, and revealed a satisfied smile upon seeing the empty stone columns.
"It's a success!"
"Once the Nether Capital overthrows the rulers of the Nine Capitals, it will be our day to rise!"
"By then, we will be the masters of the Underworld, and the former glory and splendor will reappear in our generation!"
"Haha..."
...
"Hongjun, your plan has failed once again!"
Within the myriad worlds, Qin Wudao gazed directly at Hongjun through the chaos perimeter, smiling as he spoke.
