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It was deep into the night.

In the Netherworld, atop the Dayang Mountains.

With great difficulty, Zhao Chong avoided the encircling soldiers from the Ghost King's army around Falling Shade Mountain and reached the summit.

Seeing that it was Zhao Chong who had personally come, Clan Leaders Wu, Zheng, and Wang were quite surprised, feeling an unexpected honor.

At this time, their three clans' allied forces, originally near fifty thousand, were now reduced to just over ten thousand, having reached the brink of exhaustion. Meanwhile, around the base of Falling Shade Mountain, roughly thirty thousand soldiers from the Ghost King's army lay in wait, hungrily eyeing the summit, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

The three Clan Leaders ordered the last wild chicken on the mountain to be killed, and the last jar of millennium-aged grape wine to be opened to entertain Zhao Chong.