The president’s eyes narrowed slightly.

This Abyssal Prefect might appear to be easygoing, but the truth of the matter is that… he’s incredibly hawkish. Is this what the leaders of Hell are all like?

They appeared to be asking a simple question, but the fact that they were all seated here, eagerly awaiting Qin Ye’s response meant that they didn’t have much choice.

It signified belief.

No. It was more than that. It signified trust reposed in Hell.

It was an indication that they sincerely trusted Hell to bring that glorious ray of hope to them, and that they would be willing to pay any price for the break of dawn on this endless nightmare of darkness!

What they wanted most was a promise, and Qin Ye had at least shown through his actions and words Hell’s intention to reclaim all the land that was lost to them. Apart from that, there was nothing more that they could prove right now.

“Will it affect the mortal realm?”

“Perhaps, but not by much. After all… this isn’t the mortal realm’s fight.”

“Then how will you ensure the eradication of all supernatural incidents in the future?”

“In the upcoming war for unification, we will be reclaiming cities and provinces in a systematic fashion. And whenever we do so, we will establish a corresponding city god in the mortal realm to link up with the lord of the land. Once that is done, the wandering spirits will immediately feel Hell’s summons and instinctively drift towards Hell’s Gate. As for the evil ghosts in the vicinity…” Qin Ye’s eyes gleamed coldly, “Rest assured, we have our teams of specialists who will...