"Since this Small Hell is in my hands, there's no reason to let it go."
Lin Yan thought to himself: "At its peak, there were one hundred thousand Yin Soldiers, but now there are only a little over a hundred, guarding this empty hell..."
He glanced outside, thinking: "Previously there were three thousand Yin Soldiers, now entering the world to plunder... but after waging war for a while, they will still have to return here."
First, it is their duty to guard Hell.
Second, prolonged battles inevitably lead to exhaustion, and the myriad races of the world are not without means of retaliation, especially with Old Gods present... as various Yin Soldiers rampage everywhere, some injuries are unavoidable.
But as for now, he has already become the supreme commander of this Small Hell.
In the future, when the other troops of Yin Soldiers return, they will also fall into his net.
Thinking this, he looked far into the distance.
