The last Ghost Saint Child besieging him was utterly terrified. It was the Ghost Saint Child from Netherworld Hell and had never been so embarrassed except when facing the top-tier Netherworld Ghost Saint Child.

Seeing Chu Hao pursue, it was scared out of its wits, wishing to return to Netherworld Hell to escape.

Chu Hao chased after it, extending a large hand with Thunder Speed to crush this creature.

Suddenly, the ground of the abyss trembled as a massive, pitch-black clawed hand emerged, billowing with black energy, aiming to strike Chu Hao.

Facing the sky-covering hand, Chu Hao was also startled, cursing silently, rapidly forming seals with his hands, his cheeks puffing up to blow the Gale Seal.

The Gale Seal delayed the opponent by a second, allowing him to retreat swiftly. The large hand crashed down with tremendous force, causing the earth to shake violently.

The pitch-black hand vanished, leaving a ten-zhang wide palm print on the ground, chilling everyone to the bone.

"Who ambushed me?" Chu Hao was still shaken.

A voice from the bottom abyss, belonging to an Evil Ghost, roared in anger, "Living person, you're lucky."

It turned out that the attack came from a menacing Evil Ghost below. Although it couldn't yet step into the Yang Realm, it found a way to harm Chu Hao, but failed in its attempt.

Even the group broke into a sweat for Chu Hao.

Chu Hao jumped and cursed, "So it was you, you scum, too cowardly to come up but willing to ambush. Shameless!"

The Evil Ghost below roared, "Living person, once I step into the Yang Realm, I will kill you."

In truth, Chu Hao was secretly worried. If the passage had enough energy, the Evil Ghost would definitely massacre the Yang Realm once it came up.

"Coward, come up if you dare! As a Taoist Master, I'm not afraid of you. Dare to ambush me, and I'll slaughter this bunch of Evil Ghosts." Chu Hao said angrily.

"Roar!"

The Evil Ghost below was equally furious.

"Netherworld Evil Ghosts, heed my command, attack the Yang Realm and purge Huaxia's soul with blood."

"Purify with blood, purify with blood."

A swarm of Evil Ghosts, shouting like ants, surged upwards.

Chu Hao's expression was grim. Heaven only knew how many Evil Ghosts were below. He had the endurance to fight to the last moment, but what about the others?

Our camp had quite a few people, but faced with so many Evil Ghosts swarming like locusts, sustaining was a struggle.

Others also noticed that this would be a long battle; many would eventually succumb to exhaustion. Numerous individuals' Yang Energy and Talisman Papers were already running low.

At that moment, a colossal toad landed in the midst of the Evil Ghost Army, spewing a fireball that exploded ahead, smoke billowing.

A group of Evil Ghosts was blasted to ash.

The toad cried out, "The emperor has arrived. Netherworld Evil Ghosts, meet your end."

Chu Hao rejoiced, saying, "Warty Toad, I thought you'd fled."

The toad, exasperated, replied, "Nonsense, am I that kind of person? I'm also a Huaxia soul, not like you, always showing off. I went to get reinforcements."

Reinforcements!

Chu Hao looked back.

Chu Hao fought to the front of the Evil Ghost Army, while the battle at the rear was equally intense, with countless Evil Ghosts attacking, leaving many struggling to hold on.

Reporter Little Li had advanced to the frontline to report. Next to him, some people died or collapsed after exhausting their Yang Energy.

Reporter Little Li said, "This is Reporter Li Yang, broadcasting live from the battlefield. The fighting is fierce, and the Netherworld Evil Ghosts are innumerable. Our soldiers have expended most of their strength. At this rate, the Evil Ghosts will break through."

The scene was grim. Some were caught by Evil Ghosts and died in terror.

Others, having exhausted all their Yang Energy, lay on the ground, fingers unable to move.

Some women, having used up their strength, still had some energy left to drag the injured back.

Outside.

Whether sitting in front of a TV, holding a phone, or stopped on city streets, looking up at skyscraper TVs streaming the live broadcast, everyone was distressed.

Even ordinary people wished they could charge to the Holy City and battle the Evil Ghosts.

Some elderly looked on with furious eyes, as the number of Evil Ghosts was simply overwhelming. The people on the front lines feared they wouldn't hold out!

An old war veteran, face full of wrinkles and hand trembling, pointed at the television and said, "Hand me my rifle. I want to go to the front to kill those ghosts."

The veteran's grandson sighed, "Grandpa, you've been retired for sixty years."

The battle was too fierce. The Evil Ghosts kept advancing in numbers, forcing everyone back. With Yang Energy depleted, some resorted to drawing talismans with their blood on weapons to fight the Evil Ghosts!

Many were trying to enter the Holy City for support, but they couldn't succeed as the city was completely sealed.

All they could do was pray.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the rear.

"Don't panic, support has arrived."

The scene shifted to the back of the battlefield, where groups of people were rushing in from afar, souls seeking opportunities in the Holy City.

These people were a mix of ordinary and awakened Yang Energy Yin-Yang persons, arriving at the battlefield. Many drove off-road vehicles, smashing through to get here.

Reporter Little Li's voice trembled with excitement, "It's our companions from the Holy City, they're here."

Bear in mind, over a million were trapped inside the Holy City, most of whom had awakened Yang Energy, having already seen the live broadcast on their phones.

"Don't panic, ordinary people help the wounded retreat while those with Yang Energy, follow me to fight."

A big bald head in the front shouted—it was Chu Zhiyuan arriving with a group, spearheading the charge, the first to reach the battlefield.

Behind, countless people arrived, some wielding Yang Energy, others brandishing Cursed Instruments.

As for some elders and children, they began to assist the wounded.

Chu Xionghuan appeared, leaning on a cane, and bellowing, "Unyielding Huaxia souls, attack!"

"Attack!"

"Drive the Netherworld Evil Ghosts out of Huaxia's Yang Realm." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Attack!"

"Seventh District warriors, charge with me."

Fang Jingxue came, donned in a black leather jacket, heroically commanding the Seventh District warriors from the north to attack.

Zhao Gousheng also arrived, rallying a large group from the south of the Holy City.

"Tiger Soul members, fearlessly charge with me."

Zhao Gousheng was sixty years old, but in that moment, he was charged, leading the Tiger Soul force into battle.

Ghost Sword Dust also arrived, shouting, "Dragon Soul members, join forces to kill the Ghost Saint Child, not a single one escapes."

From the rear, Chu Hao saw familiar faces: Mu Yuxun, Li Yin, and several classmates, everyone was here.

"Chu Hao, we've arrived." Li Yin shouted.

Chu Hao was somewhat emotional, seeing everyone, including Zhang Lili, Wang Qi, and even Gao Ming, whom he had a rivalry with.

Dong Qi arrived, shouting, "Lord, we're late."

Additionally, Liang Qian, Golden Drought Evil Spirit, Wooden Drought Evil Spirit, Slit-mouthed Woman, Wang Meng, Yu Sicheng, Ankang Mo all arrived.

In fact, they had sought opportunities in the Holy City for some time, not disturbing Chu Hao.

A group appeared, they were from the Flame Family of the Nine Sects, shouting, "Yan Family disciples, fearlessly charge!"

A group of Yan Family disciples shouted fiercely.