Qin Ye looked around him. The north of Mongol Empire, stretching from Khuree all the way to Sukhbaatar, was in a complete mess. This was a war that was completely invisible to the mortal realm, but it was still part of one’s biological instincts to avoid harm as much as possible. And to that end, even the living creatures could easily sense that temperatures had dipped to sub-zero levels due to the dense Yin energy in the surroundings. In fact, if one listened closely enough, they would even be able to hear faint traces of moan and wails. Nobody would be foolish enough to enter these lands.

The clouds of Yin energy were still roiling in the sky, swirling into vortices from time to time. Yet, for the  most part, it could simply be described as boundless darkness. Anyone living creatures that entered these land of the dead would almost immediately sense something land on their backs, before being afflicted with a sensation of pain and agony that would be worse than torture.

“Everyone has come a long way. Thank you for your hard work.” Qin Ye retracted his gaze and then nodded to the Mythic Spirits around, “Unfortunately, the Second King Yanluo’s standing orders are that the seal to Hell would remain shut for as long as the Third King Yanluo remains undecided. Therefore, it is with much regret that I inform you that we’ll have to part ways here.”

“That’s fine.” Chieftain Woolf cracked open his lips and attempted to smile anthropomorphically, “Prefect Qin, the...