Jiang Yun's eyes widened, and her brow suddenly furrowed deeply.

Even though the person before her was Mo Lin, she couldn't shake off a strange feeling.

Besides, wasn't Mo Lin never this gentle?

Yes... much too gentle.

Jiang Yun suddenly realized that the person in front of her was being unusually gentle.

And he was saying all kinds of inexplicable things.

In the distance, the Netherworld Hall Master saw Mo Lin had returned.

At that moment, he was dumbstruck.

"Returned? How could it be possible to return alive?"

The Hall Master knew very well the horrors of darkness, and entering meant there was no chance of coming out alive.

He had personally witnessed many people perish in the darkness.

Anyone who went in had died.

Not a single exception.

Yet the Mo Lin in front of him hadn't died and made it back alive.

Why?

Where exactly did things go wrong?

The Hall Master furrowed his brows tightly, unable to comprehend.

Why was Mo Lin able to return alive?

He just couldn't understand it.

"I'm sorry for the grievances you've suffered; I'll make it right for you," the blue-clothed Mo Lin comforted Jiang Yun.

The blue-clothed Mo Lin took one step forward, looking at everyone present, then glanced at the distant Netherworld Hall Master.

"You are the Hall Master of the Netherworld Hall, aren't you?"

The Hall Master snorted coldly, "You know perfectly well, I'm curious how you managed to return alive."

"The heavens didn't allow me to die, and so I came back."

The blue-clothed Mo Lin glanced at the people around, then snorted coldly.

"Since you're all here, don't think about leaving alive."

The blue-clothed Mo Lin raised his right hand, and a burst of orange flames emerged instantly.

Enveloping the sky above.

The orange flames surged out as if there were dozens of suns covering the sky.

The terrifying heat swept across the air.

Jiang Yun watched the fire in the sky in astonishment.

"This isn't the Netherworld's Nether Fire..." she recalled that Mo Lin's method was the Netherworld's Nether Fire.

But the blue-clothed Mo Lin before her was not using the Netherworld's Nether Fire.

"This is Nanming Li Fire," the blue-clothed Mo Lin explained to Jiang Yun.

"Divine Fire Skill: Divine Beast Demon Suppression."

With those words, the blue-clothed Mo Lin spoke, and the orange flames converged.

A massive silhouette of the Vermilion Bird emerged slowly.

Followed by the appearance of the Cyan Dragon.

Next was the White Tiger's form, then the Black Tortoise.

This was the Divine Fire Skill of Nanming Li Fire.

Subsequently, the blue-clothed Mo Lin raised his hand, and a giant fireball formed in it.

This fireball was at least over ten feet long.

It looked terrifying.

The blue-clothed Mo Lin flung the ball with his hand.

The fireball landed at the center of the crowd, exploding with a thunderous sound.

"Boom..." The sound was deafening.

The flames blossomed in the air like a mushroom cloud.

A chorus of screams followed.

This strike took the lives of over a hundred.

The Vermilion Bird and Black Tortoise surged from the sky, attacking the Netherworld Hall members.

Crushing attacks.

Then the blue-clothed Mo Lin walked directly toward the Netherworld Hall Master.

"You can die now." With those words, the blue-clothed Mo Lin charged with a giant fireball formed of Nanming Li Fire.

The Hall Master summoned the figure of the Great Virtuous King Kongming to block the fireball.

The two forces collided, bursting with flames.

The blue-clothed Mo Lin wasn't afraid at all, attacking again.

Nanming Li Fire gathered in the air, forming a massive orange-red longsword.

Then it was slashed at the Hall Master.

The figure of the Great Virtuous King Kongming emerged, blocking the path of the incoming longsword.

The orange-red longsword slashed down from the waist of the Great Virtuous King Kongming.

The Great Virtuous King Kongming was instantly shattered.

"Pfft!"

The Hall Master of the Netherworld Hall spat out blood as he faced severe repercussions.

"Nanming Li Fire? Why do you have Nanming Li Fire?" the Hall Master asked unwillingly of the blue-clothed Mo Lin.

The blue-clothed Mo Lin slowly approached, grabbing the Hall Master's hair as if lifting a dog.

"It's none of your business."

"Bang!"

The blue-clothed Mo Lin kicked the Hall Master's lower side harshly.

This kick made the Hall Master spew blood.

His lower body was blasted apart.

"Like bullying others?"

The blue-clothed Mo Lin wasn't in a hurry to kill the Hall Master but was tormenting him.

"We were wrong, please have mercy, my lord," someone from the Netherworld Hall pleaded with the blue-clothed Mo Lin.

"Now you realize you were wrong? Too late."

"I've already said, everyone must die."

The blue-clothed Mo Lin stated firmly.

The next moment, the Vermilion Bird attacked again, slaughtering over a dozen.

With the appearance of the blue-clothed Mo Lin, the situation turned overwhelmingly in their favor.

About an hour had passed.

The members of the Netherworld Hall were all dead.

Not a single one survived.

The Great Spirit Mountain was filled with the smell of blood at this moment.

Wu Binghai lay on the ground, sighing softly.

After this battle, he would have to step back to the sidelines in the future.

After all, he sustained such severe injuries.

The Netherworld Hall Master's limbs were destroyed.

"Hang him up; I want to torture him to death," the blue-clothed Mo Lin ordered.

"This..." a man hesitated.

"You're hesitating? Have you forgotten how this guy bullied you?

If I hadn't come, you would all be dead. How can you have goodwill towards someone trying to kill you?" the blue-clothed Mo Lin questioned the man.

"No goodwill; he should be tormented." The man stated affirmatively.

So he began to tie up the Hall Master and then hung him up.

Chen Xi watched the blue-clothed Mo Lin warily.

No ghost knew Mo Lin better than she did.

"You're not Lord Mo Lin." Chen Xi questioned the blue-clothed Mo Lin warily.

"Chen Xi... thank you for accompanying me on this journey," the blue-clothed Mo Lin thanked Chen Xi slowly.

"Where is Lord Mo Lin? Where is he?" Chen Xi asked the blue-clothed Mo Lin again.

"Don't worry; he's fine and handling something important," the blue-clothed Mo Lin said slowly.

Seeing no hostility from the blue-clothed Mo Lin, Chen Xi stopped asking.

"Benefactor... why do you seem different?" Jiang Yun slowly said to the blue-clothed Mo Lin.

"Your intuition is sharp... I am a bit different from Mo Lin.

He's good at everything but too weak."

The blue-clothed Mo Lin said slowly, "I am not the same as him; I am stronger than him."

With those words, the blue-clothed Mo Lin announced loudly, "Everyone alive, follow me to West Mountain.

Destroy those bastards at West Mountain."

"Now?" Jiang Yun was surprised.

She thought Mo Lin would let everyone rest for a bit.

At least take a short break.

"Yes, right now, a quick battle to conclude," the blue-clothed Mo Lin said slowly, "This battle concerns the future of the human realm.

If we win, ordinary people in the human realm have a way out.

If we lose, there will be no more light in the human realm."

Then everyone got up, gathering in front of the blue-clothed Mo Lin.

"Everyone, the future of the human realm relies on you; would you be willing to go with me to West Mountain?"

"Willing."

"I'm willing too."

"I've long despised the people of West Mountain."

"A bunch of traitors to the human realm, they must be removed, yes, they must be removed."

The crowd answered passionately.

Even Wu Binghai rose slowly.

He too was preparing to go to West Mountain with a determination to die.

He intended to make the last value of his life count.

He was willing to die for the human realm.

At least it would mean something.

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