It was clear they hated Tang Xiaomin and Yan Jue to the bone, launching an attack the moment they returned.
Yan Jun swung his massive scythe, striking viciously at Tang Xiaomin.
Clang!
A silver spear met the giant scythe with a fierce collision.
Yan Jun was sent flying backward, suspended in mid-air.
He stared with grim intensity at the one who had blocked Tang Xiaomin's blow, his gaze burning with even greater rage.
"Zhong Li, it's you!"
"What, Yan Jue is gone, and you're still clinging to this woman's leg?"
Zhong Li, usually impulsive, was now tense and watched Yan Jun warily, remaining silent.
Lu Xing had also arrived, and he was shocked to see the terrifying tyrant before him.
"This is bad, really bad!"
Lu Xing desperately wanted to have a serious talk with Tang Xiaomin about how troublesome it would be to let Yan Jun loose.
But it was too late.
Yan Jun had recovered his memories, and it was now almost impossible to silently throw him back into the cycle of reincarnation and imprison him.
Without hesitation, Lu Xing pulled something from his pocket and lit it.
Whoosh!
"One arrow pierces the clouds, and a thousand soldiers come to meet!"
A sharp whistling sound cut through the air, and a brilliant burst of sparks erupted in the sky.
Moments later, something began to stir in the black night sky, its movement growing with increasing intensity.
Soon, a great commotion arose above the ruins, behind Tang Xiaomin and her companions.
A vast legion of specters, their faces contorted in ferocity and wielding various weapons, appeared in a grand procession.
Their sheer numbers and their unstoppable, ferocious aura made the scene nothing short of spectacular.
Yan Jun, suspended in the air, was utterly stunned by this sight.
"How is this possible? How can this be!"
"How could the specter legion come to this world? This is absolutely impossible!"
Yan Jun's mind was filled with a thousand questions. How had they achieved all this?
"Doing this, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
Tang Xiaomin's gaze suddenly turned cold.
"Whether there's divine retribution or not, I don't know. You only need to know that I will send you back to the Underworld."
"What are you waiting for? Take him down!"
As soon as Tang Xiaomin spoke, the specter legion behind her let out an exhilarating roar, raising their weapons and swarming towards Yan Jun.
The scene was best described as an overwhelming assault by sheer numbers.
Clang, clang, clang...
The incessant sounds of metal clashing echoed one after another.
Yan Jun was indeed worthy of being a Yan Jun. As the saying goes, even the most skilled warrior cannot fight off many opponents alone.
Yet, with his scythe, he single-handedly held back the onslaught of the entire specter legion.
Seeing this, Zhong Li and Lu Xing's expressions turned grim.
"He's too strong. This won't work if it continues like this," Zhong Li said.
Lu Xing said nervously, "This... we have more people on our side, and he's just one. He shouldn't be that unbelievably powerful, right?"
He wasn't sure what the outcome would be.
As if to punctuate his words.
Bang!
A specter warrior was violently thrown and landed right in front of them, delivering a clear warning.
Lu Xing swallowed hard, his confidence lost.
"Uh... I take back what I just said."
"Miss Tang, if the situation turns bad later, you run first. Lu Xing and I will hold him off," Zhong Li said.
"Where there is life, there is hope."
Tang Xiaomin had taken it upon herself to kill Ye Fengxing and release Yan Jun, causing such a huge problem.
Yet, Lu Xing and Zhong Li didn't blame her. Instead, they told her to escape first.
If she ran away today, where would her queenly dignity go?
How would she maintain her standing?
She stared intently at Yan Jun, who was being surrounded and attacked by a large group of specter warriors in the distance.
"He's fighting like a cornered beast, so his abnormal strength is to be expected. No need to rush, let's wait and see."
They watched the developments on the battlefield in silence.
The specter legion charged forward wave after wave, only to be repelled wave after wave.
Under the fierce attrition, Yan Jun gradually began to show signs of fatigue.
Suddenly, a flash of red light streaked across the sky.
A blood-red saber appeared out of nowhere in Tang Xiaomin's hand, and she silently charged forward.
With a swift movement of her hand, the blade fell, and with a bang, dust flew everywhere.
Yan Jun was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground and creating a deep crater.
The specter warriors stopped their assault and all focused their attention on the slender figure standing tall in the center of the battlefield.
Who was she?
The Queen of the Underworld, a super-warrior trained by Yan Jue himself.
Her combat skills and explosive power were second only to Yan Jue in the entire Underworld.
The title of Queen of the Underworld was earned entirely through her fierce battles on the battlefield, relying on her strength.
She was truly deserving of it!
Before Yan Jun could react, Tang Xiaomin stood before him, her saber pointed directly at his head.
"You lost."
In the past, Yan Jun had been surrounded and worn down by the specter legion on the battlefield, and Tang Xiaomin had emerged to deliver a critical blow, defeating him just like that.
"Heh..."
Yan Jun let out a contemptuous laugh.
His face, filled with an evil charm, held a pair of malicious eyes.
"Ganging up on one person, you have no martial ethics, you despicable woman."
Bang!
Tang Xiaomin kicked Yan Jun squarely in the face, leaving a size 36 shoe print on his handsome features.
"You!"
The dignity of the mighty Yan Jun was trampled under a woman's feet.
He was instantly enraged and picked up his great scythe again.
Crack!
Bang!
She first slapped him, then mercilessly knocked his scythe away, letting it fall to the side.
"Victory belongs to the victor, it's all about winning or losing, who talks about martial ethics with you? Are you out of your mind?"
Yan Jun was strong, but unfortunately, his mind wasn't all there.
"You damned woman, what exactly do you want?"
He asked furiously, with the saber pointed at his head.
"I want you to go back to the Underworld and live your life properly."
"Heh heh... Hahaha..."
Yan Jun lay in the crater and laughed, his eyes filled with mockery towards Tang Xiaomin.
"Stupid woman, do you think that even if I return to the Underworld, that traitor can come back? That a miracle can happen?"
"He perished under the heavenly tribulation seven days ago, gone forever."
"Everything you're doing is just wishful thinking. He will never come back, never!"
The cruel reality was laid bare before Tang Xiaomin.
Her heart was already riddled with wounds, and she could only conceal it with an expressionless face.
Someone destroyed by the heavenly tribulation could not possibly return.
She knew this, but she could never accept such a fact.
As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would not give up.
"You just need to go back to the Underworld. The rest is none of your concern," she said coldly.
"And what if I don't?"
"I warn you, once you're back in the Underworld, you'd better behave. If I find out you're causing any trouble, I'll bring my specter legion and hunt you down."
"If I can throw you into reincarnation once, I can do it a second time."
Dark, cold chains bound Yan Jun.
The man who had just vowed to send Tang Xiaomin to Yan Jue had now become a prisoner at her mercy.