Ruler of the Eighteen Hells, Yan Luo of the Mortal Realm

“I was out for ten minutes. Did someone break into my home?”

Wang Yang gazed at the neighborhood overrun by evil spirits and fell into thought.

As crimson light flashed, layer upon layer of eerie, blood-red space appeared behind him.

A gigantic, grotesque iron tree towered there. Evil spirits were impaled through the chest and disemboweled, wailing among its branches.

A blood-soaked millstone turned without pause. Shards of bone and minced flesh sprayed everywhere, then reformed into human shapes, only to be crushed again and again.

Before an ancient bronze mirror that could reveal every sin, hundreds and thousands of departed souls stood as it reflected the countless wonders of the world.

A faint smile appeared on Wang Yang’s cold face. He spoke in a calm voice:

“Now that you’re here, you’re not leaving.”

The Eighteen Levels of Hell are open for business!