2223: C2223 The Army Is Pressing down on Us(part I)

C2223 The Army Is Pressing down on Us(part I)

Soldiers were everywhere, covering the entire Mount Moon like cow hair. Millions of soldiers surrounded the entire Mount Moon, making it so that not even a drop of water could leak out.1

A hundred thousand Yellow Spring Flags weaved into a yellow cloud that blotted out the sky and covered the sun, enveloping the life force within. Vaguely, it seemed as if the living beings were really drawn to the Yellow Spring.

Lin Hao stood proudly on the peak with his hands behind his back, looking disdainfully at the countless soldiers moving like ants at the foot of the mountain. His eyes were filled with indifference.

A million Yellow Springs Netherworld Army sounded very powerful, but how many of them would be able to survive in the end?

Behind Lin Hao, Yuwen Hu looked at the rustling army. There was no fear in his heart. Instead, he felt a little emotional.

Finally, one day, Yuwen Hu could be considered as an expert who could rule over ten thousand people and not be controlled by them. Today was a day that Yuwen Hu didn't even dream of when he was young.

Skeleton King and Bel stood beside Lin Hao like loyal subjects. To them, everything in front of them could not even be considered a small scene.

Putting aside the billions of skeletons in Hells of the Yellow Springs, even in the smallest world in Sin Region, the smallest city had ten times the number of soldiers in front of them.

Among thousands of races, humans did not have much of an advantage in numbers.

Boom! Boom!

At that moment, the ground shook and the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard. The violent winds created by the countless soldiers when they moved even caused the black gas on the summit of Mount Moon to sway. It looked like it was about to disperse.

Lin Hao had waited for so long, and finally, he had arrived at the Yellow Springs Netherworld Army.

"Lin Hao! Come out and face your death! "

Before he even arrived, his voice had already arrived.

Before the countless soldiers could surround the mountain peak, a furious roar like that of a wild lion resounded through the sky, lingering around the peak of Mount Moon.

Lin Hao's eyes were indifferent. He slightly tilted his head and the four of them calmly turned their heads.

They originally thought that it would be someone like Yellow Springs Great General at the beginning. Unfortunately, this voice that sounded full of energy disappointed Lin Hao.

"Skeleton, lend me your chair. Next, it's time for your performance."

Lin Hao yawned. He casually threw the Skeleton King onto the ground and sat on it.

At this moment, Lin Hao, who was lazily sitting on the chair, looked like a harmless young man. He didn't even look like someone who wanted to challenge him.

Skeleton King bowed slightly. His voice was filled with endless loyalty. "Your subordinate will not fail my mission. Victory will be in front of you."

Meimo Bel also lowered her head slightly. Her eyes were filled with the desire to kill.

They were Undead Spirit of Hell. The Undead Evil had never been kind. In Moon Canyon, they had restrained themselves. Now, with Lin Hao's order, they would completely tear open the mask and reveal the true nature of hell creatures.

Hell was a cruel hell. The dead spirits were cruel dead spirits!

Lin Hao closed his eyes and waved his hand gently. "Big G, you don't have to do anything. Just watch."

Yuwen Hu nodded and stood beside Lin Hao with his hands down, silently waiting for the army to come.

The Yellow Springs Netherworld Army finally entered Lin Hao's line of sight. Millions of troops were marching, and the black standard armor was packed together. It was as if a black cloud was pressing down on the city, and together with the hundred thousand turbid yellow flags. Two dull colors froze the entire space until it became extremely tense.

Lin Hao allowed the million soldiers in front of him to arrive at the mountain peak, adjust their posture, and form a formation. He only slightly closed his eyes.

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