Zhao Chong had arrived early at the North Gate of Netherworld City.

At this time, there were only a little over a hundred guards left on the city wall by the North Gate of Netherworld City; the others were all attacking the main gate of the Netherworld to the south. The Ghost King was very confident, believing that as long as he was within Netherworld City, the people of the Zhao and Zhou families would not dare to leave.

In a flicker of a phantom, Zhao Chong reached the top of the city wall.

The soldiers on the wall had not even a chance to speak before they were shattered by the spiritual power bursting forth from within him.

After clearing the soldiers from the wall who could potentially hinder the escape of the Zhao and Zhou families, Zhao Chong turned around, looking back at the Nether King Palace, which was now reduced to ashes in the blazing inferno, while waiting for Zhou Ke and his people from the Zhao Family, feeling a flood of emotions.

The Nether King Palace, symbolizing the supreme power of the Netherworld, was destroyed just like that. Inside the palace were many of his memories, and it used to house someone he deeply loved in his heart.

After a while, people from the Zhao and Zhou families passed through the North Gate of Netherworld City, riding on giant eagles and flying horses.

"Clan Leader Zhou, I will follow soon!" Zhao Chong called out to Wu Ke, who was riding a giant eagle in the sky.

Zhou Ke nodded, his expression somewhat stern. Zhao Chong's sudden request for him to leave was too abrupt. However, he also felt a hint of relief: Zhao Chong could have left quietly on his own, but he did not abandon him.

"Brother Zhao Chong!" Lin Huashan in the sky yelled at Zhao Chong, "You must be careful!"

Zhao Chong nodded, a rare smile appearing on his face.

Watching the two families gradually fade into the distance, Zhao Chong's brow was still furrowed with worry. Ahead in the north were tens of thousands of witch tribe warriors guarding the passage, and moreover, the most urgent matter at hand was not this, but rather the Nether King Palace at the center of Netherworld City and the main gate to the west.

He was waiting for the right moment to rescue Niu Tou and Ma Mian.

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At the edge of the Bridge of Helplessness.

The Ghost King had been staring blankly at the Nether King Palace, which had been burned to ashes in an instant.

The Dharma Kings, coming out of their shock, turned to look at him. Seeing that he remained silent with a furious expression, none of the four Dharma Kings dared to speak.

Above the ruined Nether King Palace, the Netherworld Azure Bird that had destroyed it was still circling in the sky above, waving its fiery wings without restraint and emitting excited, crisp calls.

Clearly, it was provoking the Ghost King.

"Could it be here to save Niu Tou and Ma Mian, deliberately destroying the Nether King Palace to draw me away?" mused the Ghost King to himself.

"But even if it draws me away, how could it save Niu Tou and Ma Mian?" the Ghost King continued to mutter. "No, that's not right, it's not trying to draw me away, but to create a diversion!"

At that moment, the Ghost King turned his gaze towards the North Gate of Netherworld City. However, his view was obscured by clouds of black smoke and billowing steam in the air.

"It must be so!" said the Ghost King with certainty.

"Dark Law King, King Wumeng, go check the North City Gate at once!" commanded the Ghost King.

"Yes!" responded the Dark Law King and King Wumeng, instantly transforming into a long shadow and a flock of bloodthirsty crows, racing towards the North Gate of Netherworld City.

However, they had only covered half the distance when they were blocked by flames spewed out by the Netherworld Azure Bird, retreating back to where they started.

"King Qingyu!" ordered the Ghost King, "Summon your rain to extinguish all the flames on this firebird!"

King Qingyu hesitated. To extinguish the flames on the firebird, he would need at least two days and nights, so he dared not agree to the Ghost King's command. He looked at the Ghost King, his eyes lacking confidence.

"Go now!" ordered the Ghost King coldly, a chill in his voice.

"Yes!" King Qingyu flew into the air and raised his palms towards the sky. Before long, the sky above Netherworld City turned a vibrant azure, and a misty drizzle began to fall, blurring everyone's vision.

"Huh!" The Netherworld Azure Bird spat out a stream of flame toward King Qingyu.

The ball of flame rushed toward King Qingyu's face. Just as the flame was about to scorch King Qingyu, a power gleaming with a black luster surged from below, propelling the flame into the sky.

This power, exuding a black luster, originated from the Ghost King, and was the Nether King's Power. The Ghost King had absorbed it from the incarnation of the Ancestor of the Nether King's Spiritual Power within the Demon-Sealing Scroll. It took him years to finally tame this power and make it his own.

"I'll go and meet that firebird myself!" The Ghost King, unable to contain himself any longer, transformed into a black shadow and swiftly approached the Netherworld Azure Bird.

Feeling the extraordinary force emanating from the Ghost King drawing near, the Netherworld Azure Bird hovering over the Nether King Palace gathered its power, holding its breath.

When the Ghost King arrived in front of it, the Netherworld Azure Bird opened its beak wide and spewed out a burst of golden flames. The Ghost King was also shrouded in a cold, murky Spiritual Power, with four streams of the black, murky Nether King's Power mixed within.

Just as the two forces were about to collide, King Qingyu in the sky suddenly turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and the gently falling misty rain instantly transformed into a torrent of blue downpour.

With a "boom," the force bursting forth from the Ghost King collided with the golden flames.

A blinding white light then flared up, forcing everyone to shut their eyes.

When the Ghost King and the four Dharma Kings opened their eyes, the Netherworld Azure Bird was gone, and all they saw was a masked woman standing amidst the ruins of the Nether King Palace.

She was bent slightly forward, her clothes severely torn, appearing to have sustained serious injuries. Blue raindrops evaporated into steam as they touched her, as if falling upon fire.

The woman was panting for breath, the only exposed eyes beneath her mask glinting coldly as she stared at the Ghost King.

"Who are you?" asked the Ghost King curiously.

The woman did not speak, but continued to pant for breath.

The Ghost King looked towards the Dark Law King and King Wumeng, and the two Dharma Kings intuitively knew to head for the northern gate of the Netherworld City.

But just then, the earth shook violently and a massive crack appeared inside the Nether King Palace, rapidly spreading east and west like lightning.

The Dark Law King and King Wumeng were frozen, sensing that something was about to burst from within the crevice.

A look of confusion also appeared in the Ghost King's eyes; he was unsure if the crack was caused by the collision between the power from his body and the golden flame, or if there was another reason.

Suddenly, the mysterious woman stood up straight and looked at the Ghost King.

At the same time, steamy hot air, mixed with smoke, billowed from the crack that spanned from the east to the west of Netherworld City.

"Rumble rumble rumble!"

"Rumble rumble rumble!"

"Rumble rumble rumble!"

...

The ground began to tremble, and a series of sounds emanated from below.

The Ghost King was somewhat astonished because beneath the Netherworld City lay the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

Could it be that something was about to burst from Hell?

In the blink of an eye, the temperature in Netherworld City had risen considerably. The Ghost King could no longer distinguish whether his clothes were damp from the blue rain or from sweat.

At that moment, the mysterious woman leapt into the air.

"Bang,"...

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