At this moment, everyone froze, watching as Xiuzhe’s purplish-red palm sank completely into the chest of the West Wolf King, blood pouring out in torrents. Not only was the West Wolf King incredulous, but the demon lords were utterly terrified; even Shenqi, who was already on the verge of collapse, instantly stilled her movements, staring dumbfounded at the scene unfolding before her. Of course, there was one person who glanced only once and then paid no further attention: Lin Luo.

Taking advantage of the confusion among the demon lords caused by this shocking event, he struck with ruthless efficiency, repeatedly unleashing his Fire Phoenix to slaughter those whose minds had been thrown into disarray.

The West Wolf King could see everything happening on the other side, but at this moment, he couldn't spare a thought for it. He stared blankly at the wound in his chest, then looked up with a semblance of bewilderment. "Commander Xiuzhe, what are you... doing?"

Xiuzhe withdrew his hand, spraying a sheet of blood, and retreated several dozen meters before smiling faintly. "The Wolf King still hasn't realized? That hardly suits your status. I mentioned it earlier, I am actually an undercover agent."

The West Wolf King, enduring the searing pain in his chest, said in a deep voice, "You are on the Witch's side?"

Xiuzhe nodded. "That interpretation isn't entirely wrong."

"Eh?" His remark caused Shenqi, listening nearby, to look on in disbelief, having personally experienced Xiuzhe's ruthlessness just moments ago—he had killed her twice in succession!

It wasn't just her; the West Wolf King harbored the same doubt. He asked, "If that is the case, why did you join me in fighting the Witch?" From the mercilessness of his previous attack, one could not discern that Xiuzhe belonged to the Witch's faction.

Xiuzhe simply laughed. "If I hadn't acted that way, how could I have deceived the overly suspicious you?"

"But didn't the Witch kill your princess?!" the West Wolf King roared with suppressed fury.

"Hahahaha!" Upon hearing this, Xiuzhe burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Wolf King, your capacity for conjecture seems a bit excessive. I never claimed such a thing."

"Uh!" The West Wolf King was momentarily stunned, and upon careful reflection, he realized Xiuzhe had indeed never said Shenqi had killed the princess.

Just then, Xiuzhe continued, "The Demon Race has only one Princess. Although she still lives, in our race, she is already considered 'dead.' As her tutor since childhood, I guided her with the utmost care, yet due to my own negligence, I caused her 'death.' Naturally, I must bear responsibility. Otherwise, how can I call myself a teacher, or a subject... Wolf King, as a prominent figure, do you not agree that I speak reason?"

Hearing this, a thought flashed through the West Wolf King's mind. "Could that princess be...?"

Xiuzhe nodded. "It seems you've guessed it. Yes, the Princess of my Demon Race is the Demoness Shenqi you speak of. Although she was exiled from the Demon Race and stripped of her title, in my heart, she will always be the Princess. Since the Princess is in peril, how could I, as her subject and former mentor, stand idly by? Wouldn't you agree?"

Xiuzhe's two rhetorical questions made everything crystal clear to the West Wolf King. No wonder Xiuzhe could so easily bypass the Witch's traps that struck fear into countless experts. No wonder Xiuzhe could navigate the Witch's labyrinth effortlessly. No wonder Xiuzhe could slay the Witch twice with such ease... because the Witch was Xiuzhe's disciple!

Since Shenqi was Xiuzhe’s disciple, all her skills must have been taught by him. Even if she later transformed into the Witch, she hadn't fundamentally become another person. "So... you’ve been setting me up all along!" Realizing this, the West Wolf King gnashed his teeth, fire practically spitting from his eyes, wishing he could tear Xiuzhe limb from limb.

Xiuzhe merely gave a carefree smile. "Wolf King, I’ve been fooling you for nearly a month now, so I certainly don't mind fooling you for a while longer."

"You deserve to die!" At this moment, the West Wolf King was consumed by rage, his fury toward Xiuzhe completely eclipsing any feeling toward Lin Luo or Shenqi. It was the greatest anger he had ever felt.

But Xiuzhe maintained his smile, still sporting an irritating demeanor, though a certain gravity had entered his eyes. At their level of cultivation, unless one possessed overwhelmingly superior strength, a single-strike kill was nearly impossible, given the terrifying vitality of demons.

While his last strike had gravely wounded the West Wolf King, it wasn't fatal. Moreover, Xiuzhe knew that the Wolf Clan, once injured and driven mad, possessed an immensely powerful combat capacity, and anger acted as an accelerant, even if its duration was limited.

In other words, though he had injured the West Wolf King, he had also made him significantly more terrifying.

"Damn Demon! I will make you pay the proper price!" The West Wolf King roared, the sound shaking the heavens. Then, his entire body began to swell, fur sprouted, and his facial features twisted violently... In mere moments, the West Wolf King transformed from a dignified middle-aged man into a hideous werewolf towering three meters high.

This was the Werewolf's Ancestral Reversion!

Ordinary werewolves could not achieve a human form—like the first one Lin Luo instantly killed, who lacked the power to assume human guise. However, for those werewolves possessing the ability to change, upon reversion, their combat power would instantly double or more. This was the truly frightening aspect of the werewolf race.

But Ancestral Reversion did not stop there, as it had no limit on the number of times it could be used.

The more powerful the werewolf, the more frequently they could revert. Furthermore, with each subsequent reversion, their combat power would double again, increasing geometrically.

Frenzied State, Ancestral Reversion, Full Moon... It was precisely because the werewolves possessed so many methods to enhance their strength that their influence in this world was so vast, bordering on absolute dominion.

Currently, the werewolf capable of the highest number of Reversions was the East Wolf King, the true leader of the clan, who could revert seven times. While the West Wolf King was slightly inferior, he could still manage five.

Five Reversions coupled with the Frenzied State meant that even Xiuzhe, the foremost expert of the Demon Race, had to face the current West Wolf King with caution, his playful facade completely gone.

"Die!" As soon as the West Wolf King finished reverting, he charged at Xiuzhe without hesitation. His speed was nearly lightning, his momentum like a roaring tidal wave; the mere wind pressure pressed heavily upon Xiuzhe.

Xiuzhe's eyes sharpened. He knew that a werewolf's strength was at its peak immediately following an Ancestral Reversion before gradually declining. Thus, to be safe, he dared not meet the charge head-on and rapidly utilized his highest speed to flee.

But the West Wolf King was not so easily shaken off. He opened his maw directly toward Xiuzhe's retreating path. "ROAR!!!"

A sky-shattering roar erupted, and the visible wind pressure condensed into tangible projectiles that slammed toward Xiuzhe.

In the face of this terrifying wind pressure, Xiuzhe seemed like a lone skiff on a vast ocean, constantly in danger of being overwhelmed, yet he remained calm. His body executed a bizarre, curving trajectory, shifting so lightly as if he had become a mere sheet of paper, narrowly evading the wind projectiles.

However, the West Wolf King seemed to have anticipated this. Just as Xiuzhe dodged the pressure wave, he leaped into the void and lunged forward, instantly appearing beside Xiuzhe, delivering a crushing punch.

Xiuzhe's expression shifted slightly; it was too late to evade, so he could only raise his hand to block.

BOOM!!!

With a deafening impact, as their fists and palms collided, a visible shockwave radiated outwards, causing the ground beneath them to crack and sink.

After a second of deadlock, Xiuzhe was blasted away, spitting a mouthful of blood.

This was not because Xiuzhe was too weak, but because the West Wolf King was too strong. With the enhancements of the Frenzied State and Ancestral Reversion, the West Wolf King had completely surpassed Xiuzhe. Furthermore, engaging him in a direct contest of brute force meant Xiuzhe was destined to lose.

After all, in this world, the sheer physical strength of werewolves was unparalleled; only the Oni Race could potentially exceed them in pure power. If Xiuzhe still possessed his wings, with his strength as the Demon Race's top master, he might have been able to contend with the West Wolf King in brute force. But his wings were long gone, making such a contest impossible.

Strike while the iron is hot!

The West Wolf King would not waste such a golden opportunity. He immediately lunged through the air once more toward Xiuzhe.

"It seems you need some help."

Just as the West Wolf King was about to strike Xiuzhe, a faint voice sounded near his ear. Then, he saw the black Fire Phoenix let out a piercing cry, bypassing Xiuzhe and slamming directly toward the West Wolf King.

Though the West Wolf King was in his Frenzied State, it didn't mean he had lost his mind. On the contrary, his consciousness was intensely clear, knowing this black phoenix was a harbinger of death. He dared not rely on his current power to meet it head-on and quickly leaped aside to evade.

Meanwhile, temporarily out of danger, Xiuzhe smiled faintly at Lin Luo, not at all like strangers meeting for the first time. "You were a bit slow to act. I’ve actually been waiting for you."

Hey, watch your tone!

Although he understood Xiuzhe's meaning, Lin Luo couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine... For a man whose beauty surpassed women to say something like "I've been waiting for you," even if he was misinterpreting it, others overhearing it would likely label him as philosophically inclined.

Lin Luo grumbled internally, but spoke aloud, "My side finished a while ago. I just wanted to see if you could hold this big guy off on your own."

While the West Wolf King and Xiuzhe were conversing, Lin Luo had completely wiped out the disorganized demon lords. At this point, only the four of them remained in this location.

Initially, Lin Luo’s plan was to strike ruthlessly while the West Wolf King was severely injured. However, having gained some understanding of werewolves, he knew that an injured beast became more dangerous, so he refrained from acting rashly and chose to observe.

Of course, there was another reason: Xiuzhe.

This effeminate man had been acting intimately with the West Wolf King one moment, only to launch a sneak attack the next. Such a rapid shift in allegiance was surprising even to Lin Luo.

So, he waited for them to finish their exchange to understand what was happening.

If he had suddenly intervened, and Xiuzhe then performed another "Infernal Affairs" move, telling him, "I'm sorry, I'm still undercover," that would have been a huge disaster.