Boom! An intense nethergale swept forward. Qin Ye didn’t enter his Hell’s Emissary state, so the wave of Yin energy that swept forward was ferocious and aggressive. The Yin spirits lying prostrate on the ground all felt it envelop their entire bodies, and yet… not a single one dared move in the slightest.

“I’ve not used my weapon ever since becoming an Abyssal Prefect…” Qin Ye’s silhouette slowly appeared from the shadows, revealing the fact that he was holding… an umbrella.

It was an oil paper umbrella with its surface covered with numerous talismans.

Rustle… The umbrella opened silently, revealing the painting of a face that was half crying and half laughing. The spokes of the umbrella were all made with human bones, and from them also hung several fist-sized human bones that acted as wind chimes, followed by trailing black talismans that were drawn on with striking vermillion ink. It was a rather artistic sight. Qin Ye released his hand, and the umbrella drifted soundlessly to the road covered with Yin spirits.

A second later, copious amounts of Yin energy suddenly gathered from every direction, pouring into the umbrella and causing it to grow larger and larger! Meanwhile, the ghosts below clearly felt the coalescence of terrifying Yin energy. Their bodies twisted and twitched slightly, almost as though they were desperately trying to avoid this frightening attack. Unfortunately, they were shackled by the powers of a Yama-class Yin spirit, and they could do nothing more than shiver ho...