Silence.

Li Lanzhi looked at the people beside her. They were all Freemasons that had been elected by the people, and there were countless Yin spirits watching this scene from their caves.

Truth be told, everyone had some level of ambition. Hell was making no effort to keep the current state of affairs a secret, and from their words, Li Lanzhi and the others could tell that the Underworld was currently in a state of warring turmoil. This army was proclaiming itself to be the regular army of Hell, but who could verify the authenticity of that claim? The old Hell was already gone; the one who seized the throne in the end would automatically be the one in charge, regardless of whether they had divine artifacts or the Harken on their side.

However, ambition was one thing, but pragmatic considerations also had to be made. In the face of such a formidable army, Deadsend City was completely powerless to resist.

Thus, Li Lianzhi and the others suddenly fell silent, and the Hellguards were becoming more and more displeased by the second. Lü Fang appraised the Yin spirits and asked, "Could it be that you really think you can oppose us?"

His hand was already creeping subtly toward the hilt of the longsword on his waist, and the eerie black light reflecting off his carapace of blight vermin armor struck chilling fear deep into the hearts of the Yin spirits present.

"What are they thinking about?! Hurry up and join them!" Inside one of the caves, a Yin spirit sprang up in an animated manner and yelled, "I don't want to live this kind...