On a certain grassland in hell.

In the distance, a series of small hills could be seen. In contrast with the grasslands of the mortal realm, the grass in Hell was a lush blue color and glowed with a faint luster. Looking at it from a distance, the grassland was like a sea of stars, and it was extremely beautiful to behold.

On this vast grassland, countless tents were gathered together. The tents were very crude, each comprised of a few pieces of cloth that were stitched up together, but there was a massive number of these tents, and they stretched as far as the eyes could see.

Around 10 kilometers in front of the tents stood over 30,000 cavaliers wearing all types of different attires, holding wooden spears and wooden shields as they stared intently up at the sky.

An exquisitely beautiful woman's head was hovering in mid-air above them, and the head had countless strands of hair that were dancing like venomous snakes. Below her was an army of tens of thousands of troops, all of whom were glowing with golden nether fire while standing in a military formation etched out in Cathayan characters.

"I didn't think there would be someone who would dare to oppose Hell. Do you have a death wish?" A strand of Arthis's hair drifted past her lips as she chuckled, "On top of that, you're still determined to resist even after I've displayed the power of Hell to you. In that case, there's no need for your Shadowend City to exist any longer."

No response.

It was very apparent that the two armies were on completely different...