CHAPTER 143: CHAPTER 142: YIN SOLDIERS CROSSING, UNDERWORLD REAPPEARS

In the modern backdrop of technological advancement, many people no longer believe in the so-called legends of spirits after death or reincarnation in the next life.

For most, these legends are merely seen as a comforting wish.

Yet today, amidst this strange mist, the citizens of Luo City have witnessed firsthand the spirits of the Beimang Mountain Ancient Battlefield as foretold in legends.

The drifting modern souls in the mist seem to confirm the authenticity of these stories from another dimension.

Among the residents of Luo City, one person tremblingly pointed at the ghostly girl playing with her phone and said:

"I, I’ve seen that girl!"

"She was a student at Luo City High School, and seven days ago, on her way home from school, she was pierced through the chest by a falling steel pipe at a construction site. This was even reported in the news!"

Upon saying this, others quickly responded.

"I remember that event too."

"It seems there really was such an incident."

"And that office worker, isn’t he an employee at Tengyi Company, who suddenly died from overwork a few days ago?"

"And the soul fragmented on the road looks very much like the one who was hit and killed seven days ago on Central Dao."

Tears in her eyes, the elderly woman whispered shakily:

"My husband also died in the hospital seven days ago."

With various information confirmed, the same word appeared in everyone’s mind.

The seventh day!

Folklore believes that on the seventh day after a person’s death, their soul returns to the realm of the living. This legend was widely spread in ancient times and even led to many folk customs.

But for everyone present, it was the first time seeing the seventh day in a true sense.

"Why does this scene appear?"

"Could it be related to the recent strange changes at Beimang Mountain?"

"But the problem is, I searched online and there are no records."

Just then, from afar on the desolate street, the roar of motorcycle engines began echoing from the end of the street, with several young bikers speeding through the city’s main road.

Due to several consecutive days of heavy fog, the main road had few vehicles, becoming a playground for these bikers.

The engines roared unrestrainedly through the city center, and with the mist obscuring them, no traffic police could recognize their license plates, emboldening them further.

The biker at the forefront was reveling in the thrill of causing a disturbance, yet he couldn’t help but furrow his brow as a silhouette seemed to flash by in the distant fog.

His instinct was to slow down, but the youth beside him stopped him.

"The engine noise is so loud, if they’re human they should’ve already moved aside. We should be the ones feared, why are you scared?"

"Exactly! They’re standing in the middle of the road in the dead of night. If they get hit it’s their own fault!"

"Speed up! Speed up!"

Heeding the advice, the youth immediately gave up on slowing down, accelerating forward.

Breaking through layers of mist on their motorcycles, they finally saw shadows in the center of the road illuminated by their high beams.

Their frenzied delight instantly froze into intense fear.

They could clearly see that those on the road were not human but soldiers wielding weapons from an army of spirits.

The bikers tried to slow down, but at such close proximity, it was too late.

They could even clearly see the general at the forefront of the army raise his right hand, while dozens of spearmen raised their spears towards the motorcycle team.

At this moment, it was as if the collision between ancient spears and cavalry across millennia was happening.

The ethereal spears instantly solidified, piercing flesh, and the power-packed motorcycles collided like crashing into a mountain, exploding thunderously.

Blood dripped along the spears onto the ground, the scarlet liquid seemingly provoking the spirits of the Beimang Ancient Battlefield army.

They changed from their previous calm, roaring angrily.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Visible Yin Qi surged skyward from the ancient battlefield’s soldiers, stirring up a pitch-black pillar in the gray mist.

Then, to the horror of all spectators, the blood-stained ancient battlefield spirits began to shift their gaze to their surroundings, trying to search for living beings in the buildings along the road.

Everyone hurriedly hid at the sight, cursing the young bikers in their hearts.

If they hadn’t willingly sacrificed themselves, how would these ancient battlefield spirits have been driven into a frenzy?

Cars were destroyed, building doors blasted open, and the street filled with fleeing crowds.

Just as this place was about to turn into a ghostly battlefield, a sharp horn suddenly rang out from within the mist, the sound unearthly and extremely penetrative yet ethereal and elusive. The spirits who had been wandering over the city now became alert, but it was already too late.

Dark cracks suddenly appeared in the depths of the mist, and countless Yin Soldiers clad in black armor emerged.

Mottled symbols glowed with eerie green light on their armor, in their hands were Soul Hooks, chains densely covered with ancient curses.

"By the command of the Underworld, we hereby seize all spirits who have left the Beimang Battlefield without authorization! Those who resist will be utterly obliterated!"

The Yin general’s voice echoed like thunder in the mist.

The spirits of the Beimang Ancient Battlefield immediately fell into chaos.

Some attempted to resist, raising their broken weapons. Others scattered in all directions, but quickly lost their way in the modern city’s streets.

A squad of ancient soldiers armed with spears attempted to form a battle array to resist, their murderous aura soaring to the heavens.

But in the face of the naturally restraining Yin Soldiers, it proved futile; the Soul Hook entanglement made the battle array collapse instantly.

A blood-drenched ancient general roared, wielding an Ancient Bronze Sword, the sword’s energy carving silver streaks in the void, slashing out could effortlessly tear hundreds of meters of earth.

However, despite such mighty sword power, in front of the Yin Soldiers’ formation, it was utterly useless.

Twelve Yin Soldiers stood at the forefront, surrounded by a gathering of Ghost Qi forming a black giant shield ten meters high, easily blocking the sword’s edge.

Another twelve Yin Soldiers howled, the prevailing wind from the netherworld rose beneath them, and countless resisting ancient battlefield spirits scattered in an instant.

Soon, numerous Soul Hooks extended from the cracks within the mist, transforming into a giant cage to trap the ancient general within.

Despite the unparalleled bravery of the Beimang Ancient Battlefield general, he could not withstand the Soul Hook from the Underworld and was forcibly dragged into the crack.

All spirits from the Beimang Ancient Battlefield vanished, leaving only the ignorant and muddled modern souls.

The Yin Soldiers hooked the modern souls with their soul-grabbing chains and retreated into the depths of the mist.

No spirits were left upon the earth, only the chaotic ruins after the calamity, with the surrounding survivors witnessing everything that occurred here.

Just minutes after the Night Parade of Hundred Demons and Yin Soldiers Crossing had concluded, thousands of videos were simultaneously uploaded to various platforms.

Under omniscient interference, these videos broke through platform censorship barriers and were swiftly promoted to audiences.

News of the Spiritual Energy Revival, the Underworld reemerging on earth spread across the globe!