Chapter 2813: Chapter 2813
Ye Liuyun promptly briefed Zhuge Feiyu and Asura in detail about the Golden Tiger Legion.
Zhuge Feiyu even summoned several foreign elites from the Golden Tiger Legion who had recently arrived in the Underworld, questioning them further about the legion’s current status.
"Hmm, dealing with a force like this, our ghost army would indeed be effective. Sheer numbers alone could overwhelm them. Even if they have the Black Light from the Red-Armored and Three-Eyed races, they wouldn’t be able to slaughter through so many spirits!"
Zhuge Feiyu agreed with Ye Liuyun’s plan and immediately instructed Asura to integrate these foreign elites into their ranks, preparing the troops for battle.
Ye Liuyun then took the opportunity to inspect the ghost army. Stretching beyond the horizon, the three-million-strong spectral force was an awe-inspiring sight.
As one, the three million spirits saluted Ye Liuyun, Zhuge Feiyu, and Asura—their collective presence nothing short of majestic.
"Impressive! I never imagined three million troops could make such a formidable display!"
This was the first time Ye Liuyun had witnessed an army of such scale.
"Three million against fifty thousand—a sixty-to-one advantage in numbers. That should be more than enough."
Ye Liuyun calculated that with such overwhelming spiritual superiority, they might not even need to engage in direct combat.
"Actually, our ghost army isn’t limited to just these numbers," Asura added. "I can temporarily summon another two million warrior spirits if needed."
"Then let’s prepare them in advance, just in case. Even if we don’t need them this time, we might in the future. The strength of these foreign races far exceeds our initial estimates."
Ye Liuyun thought it wise for Zhuge Feiyu and Asura to bolster their forces ahead of time. That way, when the moment came, they wouldn’t have to scramble—they could deploy immediately.
"But how am I supposed to transport so many spirits? The Hundred Refined Soul Banner definitely can’t hold them all."
"Tsk tsk, you’re really not doing a great job as the Lord of the Underworld!" Zhuge Feiyu chuckled mockingly before turning to Ye Liuyun with a serious expression. "Listen, as the ruler of the Underworld with your current power level, you can directly summon and open the Gates of the Underworld.
The moment you make your move, we’ll all sense it. The Underworld legions will charge through those gates into battle, and return the same way when the fighting’s done."
"But wouldn’t that give the alien invaders an opening to attack the Underworld?" Ye Liuyun asked cautiously, his brow furrowing with concern.
"Not a chance," Zhuge Feiyu waved dismissively. "We’ll have Bai Su guard the entrance with the Soul Mountain, while I keep watch with the Death Bell. Even their strongest warriors at the ninth level of Dominance won’t get through.
The Underworld’s growing more powerful by the day—more spirits, greater strength. The Death Bell’s resonance has never been stronger! Those alien scum won’t stand a chance against us now." His eyes gleamed with dark confidence as he explained the strategy.
Truth be told, Ye Liuyun had been sensing these gradual changes ever since entering the Underworld. But Zhuge Feiyu focused precisely on the tactical concerns that mattered most, unlike the overwhelming flood of trivial information the realm itself provided.
With typical pragmatism, Ye Liuyun simply learned how to summon the Underworld Gates through his communion with the realm, saving other details for later. This journey had accomplished its purpose—he’d found the key to defeating the Golden Tiger Corps.
Returning to his fleet, Ye Liuyun confidently ordered the Spirit Cat battleship to turn about, his posture radiating newfound assurance.
"We’re attacking already?"
"You’ve found a way to counter them?"
The commanders buzzed with questions, their expressions ranging from curiosity to disbelief.
Ye Liuyun’s laughter rang out like a victory bell. "The Underworld’s undergone quite the transformation! Care to guess how many alien spirits we’ve got now?" He deliberately drew out the suspense, enjoying their anticipation.
"At least five million?" Yu Xiaofeng ventured cautiously, rubbing his chin.
"I’d say over ten million!" Yuan Hao boomed with characteristic boldness, slapping his thigh for emphasis.
Ye Liuyun extended his hand, gave it a slight shake, then raised three fingers.
"Three million?" Yu Xiaofeng ventured a guess.
"Haha, thirty million!" Ye Liuyun finally couldn’t hold back, laughing as he revealed the staggering figure.
"Thirty million?"
The group froze for a moment, but soon burst into laughter.
"That’s more than enough! Let’s charge back in!" Qin Peng shouted excitedly, his voice brimming with fervor.
Ye Liuyun grinned. "Exactly! Charge back! This time, your newly reorganized million-strong army and the Vanguard Regiment will take the lead. Broken Horn still has millions of troops left to exhaust."
"If we encounter the Golden Tiger Corps, the Vanguard Regiment might have to hold the line first while I summon the spectral army from the Netherworld!"
"No problem!" Ye Tian Dao accepted the task without hesitation.
Morale soared instantly. The alien races had been using their clone worlds to grind down their weaker soldiers, refining their strength, and Ye Liuyun had left them undisturbed—only planning to let them witness the battle later to boost their confidence.
What Ye Liuyun didn’t know, however, was that the souls of the 3.5 million alien soldiers being consumed were gradually being claimed by the Netherworld. The spectral army there was still expanding.
At that very moment, Asura was drilling the spirits, teaching them how to combat the aliens with formidable soul power. Meanwhile, Zhuge Feiyu led a group of Netherworld elders, recruiting the twenty million reserve martial spirits.
Ye Liuyun wasn’t in a hurry to challenge the Golden Tiger Corps just yet. Instead, he had the Vanguard Regiment and the million-strong army focus on clearing more planets occupied by the aliens, seizing resources.
At the same time, they were strengthening the Demon-Sealing Stele and the Demon Vine, securing more supplies for them. Everyone else—humans and beasts alike—threw themselves into battle, honing their skills.
So in the first few battles, they struck with lightning speed, immediately destroying the alien altars and cutting off their teleportation channels.
The seventy-odd golden-armored warriors from the Golden Tiger Legion that Ye Liuyun had captured were now clad in black armor. They had become a formidable force in every battle, serving as the vanguard in destroying the alien altars.
Ye Liuyun understood that the more of these aliens they eliminated, the larger the army of underworld spirits would grow. So he gave Yu Xiaofeng and the others free rein to maximize their kills.
Meanwhile, the Demon-Sealing Stele and the Demon Vine feasted on the energy of the fallen—every alien, whether a seasoned warrior or a defenseless hatchling, became nourishment for them. With no competition for these resources, both had advanced to the late-stage of the ninth-level Dominator realm.
Yu Xiaofeng’s million-strong army also gained invaluable combat experience. Every time they suffered losses in battle, Pei Yong swiftly replenished their ranks.
The elite Vanguard Corps, now streamlined to thirty thousand soldiers, had adopted the Golden Tiger Legion’s training methods. Their coordination grew sharper, their reactions swifter, and their combat prowess rose significantly.
The alien forces, after their own ruthless downsizing, were left with only two hundred and seventy thousand troops. Among them, the number of ninth-level Dominators had surged to over three hundred. They, too, began training and organizing themselves in the Golden Tiger Legion’s style.
No aliens below the sixth-level Dominator realm remained. This massive overhaul had catapulted their strength far beyond even that of the Death Legion.
Meanwhile, the Golden Tiger Legion was actively preparing for their inevitable clash with Ye Liuyun. Though he wasn’t pursuing them, they studied his attack patterns—locations, scales—and laid ambushes in anticipation.
