Zhao Chong had arrived early at the North Gate of Netherworld City.
At this time, there were only a little over a hundred guards left on the city wall by the North Gate of Netherworld City; the others were all attacking the main gate of the Netherworld to the south. The Ghost King was very confident, believing that as long as he was within Netherworld City, the people of the Zhao and Zhou families would not dare to leave.
In a flicker of a phantom, Zhao Chong reached the top of the city wall.
The soldiers on the wall had not even a chance to speak before they were shattered by the spiritual power bursting forth from within him.
After clearing the soldiers from the wall who could potentially hinder the escape of the Zhao and Zhou families, Zhao Chong turned around, looking back at the Nether King Palace, which was now reduced to ashes in the blazing inferno, while waiting for Zhou Ke and his people from the Zhao Family, feeling a flood of emotions.