Lucifer Zhi-Feng paused mid-flight, realizing these three princes completely disregarded him. Contending with them was clearly impossible now. The only viable option was to turn back and pursue Lucifer Liu-Shui and the others!

Lucifer Zhi-Feng made his decision instantly, without hesitation, spinning around and hurtling toward the direction Qian Jin had departed. He told himself that those recently absorbed demons hadn't fully processed the Jing Yuan yet. If he could kill them, drain their blood, and consume their bodies, the loss wouldn't be more than ten percent.

"A mere waste with no ambition to contest." Lucifer Xing-Chen scoffed mockingly as he sped after Lucifer Zhi-Xin.

"Lucifer Zhi-Xin belongs to this Crown Prince!"

Serig’s eyes once again flared with intense light. This beam struck the distant Lucifer Zhi-Xin, subtly altering its flight path—a tiny shift that gave him a significant advantage in his pursuit.

"Don't assume you're the only one with the Demonic Eye of Destruction!"

Lucifer Xing-Chen and Zhen-Shi both unleashed the terrifying power of the Demonic Eye of Destruction! Due to the current generation's ultimate bloodline awakening, the young elites of this bloodline family possessed exceptionally formidable strength.

In an instant, the sky above the Fallen City erupted in successive explosions as the three princes engaged in a desperate, full-force battle for supremacy.

The contest for Lucifer Zhi-Xin was fraught with twists and turns, ultimately concluding in a manner far beyond what Qian Jin and his group had anticipated. The Crown Prince, who should have long since departed the Fallen City, had never actually left.

From the very start, Crown Prince Lucifer Serig trusted no demon and no faction. He had been fully aware of every arrangement made by Lucifer Zhen-Shi, merely feigning ignorance the entire time.

"Pfft…"

Cheke Fu-Li-Te suddenly spat a mouthful of blood. His body, moving at high speed, pitched forward and crashed heavily to the ground. His handsome face turned deathly pale, and his entire frame shook violently…

"It's nothing…"

Cheke Fu-Li-Te braced himself with his hands, struggling to stand. Just as he tried to take a step, Duan-Feng Bu-Er rushed forward: "Enough, stop pushing yourself! What's wrong? Just let me carry you…"

"I…"

Before Cheke Fu-Li-Te could even speak, his body convulsed again with intense tremors. A pair of black wings burst forth from his back!

This wasn't the first pair of black wings! His Fallen Angel bloodline power had already manifested; that first pair of perfect black wings already graced his back. But now, an additional, massive pair of black wings had appeared.

This second set was significantly larger than the first pair, and swirling within them, magical elements of vast significance climbed incessantly.

Bloodline power awakening? Qian Jin shook his head repeatedly. This wasn't right! If it were a true bloodline awakening, he shouldn't sprout a second complete pair of wings all at once. Moreover, as a bloodline warrior, shouldn't he be able to suppress such an awakening?

Black demonic runes slowly seeped out from Cheke Fu-Li-Te’s forehead, rapidly spreading outward on both sides! Traces of immense power emanated from deep within his bones—not the feeling of Dou Qi surging, but pure, unadulterated aura!

This meant that his aura was continuously escalating and strengthening, even if his true, realized combat strength hadn't climbed proportionally.

The black demonic runes possessed an indescribable, unsettling beauty. They quickly expanded across his entire face, like a unique kind of ritual paint. Far from marring his handsome features, they overlaid them with an inscrutable layer of mystery.

These black runes spread rapidly over his entire body. When they reached the palms of his hands, the markings seemed to hit their zenith.

Swish!

The third pair of black wings!

Indeed!

Legend stated that the Fallen Angel Bloodline Martial Warriors, upon undergoing the ultimate bloodline power awakening, would sprout a third pair of black wings!

Pitch-black, darker than ink, these wings shimmered with a crystalline radiance akin to Dou Jing. Every pinion exuded an air of artistry, as if he were a true darling of the stars.

Far larger than the preceding two sets, the third pair of black wings snapped open completely, giving the impression that the entire earth could be overshadowed by them.

At this moment, the aura emanating from Cheke Fu-Li-Te was no longer merely 'powerful,' but sacred! An ineffable sanctity permeated the air—lofty and supreme, yet devoid of oppressive pressure, instead invoking an almost irresistible urge to kneel.

The black demonic runes gradually vanished from Cheke Fu-Li-Te’s body. They didn't truly disappear; rather, it was as if ink dropped onto parchment, slowly sinking in, the markings being absorbed into his skin until they vanished without a trace.

Three pairs of wings!

Qian Jin stared at the scene, stunned. What was happening? He hadn't triggered any continuous bloodline activation, and Cheke Fu-Li-Te’s strength hadn't even crossed into the Saint realm, yet he had grown three pairs of wings—the specific manifestation of an ultimate awakening.

A freak! Another freak! Qian Jin glanced at Duan-Feng Bu-Er, then back at Cheke Fu-Li-Te, who remained caught in this altered state, still not having recovered, and shook his head repeatedly. Aside from himself and the Nine-Headed Serpent, another true anomaly had emerged.

Three massive pairs of black wings! Qian Jin couldn't believe that such a dramatic physical transformation in Che-Shuai would result in no actual shift in power. As for what kind of shift it was, perhaps only once he returned to normal would they truly know.

"What about you?" Qian Jin looked curiously toward Lucifer Liu-Shui. This female demon was still clad in the Dark Demon Armor, one of the special sacred artifacts of the Fallen Angel Bloodline Martial Warriors.

Wearing the sacred artifacts designated for Fallen Angel Martial Warriors and absorbing the Jing Yuan from Lucifer Zhi-Xin, Lucifer Liu-Shui had benefited as much as anyone present, perhaps even more.

The extraction of Jing Yuan wasn't solely dependent on brute strength; the affinity between the Lucifer Clan’s Jing Yuan and the two Fallen Angel bloodline warriors was the highest, meaning they received the greatest benefit.

Cheke Fu-Li-Te had already begun his bizarre transformation, yet Lucifer Liu-Shui showed no signs of change whatsoever. Qian Jin couldn't help but wonder what was going on this time.

"What's wrong with me?" Lucifer Liu-Shui looked back at Qian Jin, bewildered. "I don't feel anything unusual."

Qian Jin smiled. Was she another freak? After absorbing so much, wouldn't feeling something be normal? At the very least, he himself felt a churning intensity in his body; if the location weren't so unsuitable for digestion, he would have sat down long ago to process that boiling sensation.

"Once Che-Shuai finishes his transition, we leave immediately…"

"Leave? Where do you think you're going? None of you are leaving today!" Lucifer Zhi-Feng descended from the sky, maintaining his Bloodline War Body state. As his feet slowly touched the ground, his aura surged violently. His eyes fell upon Cheke Fu-Li-Te, and he paused momentarily: "What is this? Ultimate… never mind! I'll kill him later and drain his blood!"

"And you, beautiful princess." Lucifer Zhi-Feng smiled wickedly at Lucifer Liu-Shui. "You are the only demon exempt from death, but I will still pin you down and have a very good time with you! I suspect it won't be over in just a day or two."

"But before that…" Lucifer Zhi-Feng suddenly advanced one step, his five fingers spread wide as he lunged directly for Qian Jin's head: "You will submit to me first!"

Lucifer Zhi-Feng's fingers snapped open, and the very heavens seemed to change color in an instant. His top-tier Battle Soul strength erupted, and the magical scrolls he carried ignited one after another, bathing him in auxiliary magic that instantly boosted his combat power by another thirty percent!

The air subtly warped with an energy of reverse chaos, making it impossible to discern the precise focal point of this strike. Worse, the Dou Qi within one's body felt the urge to riot and become uncontrollably chaotic!

The ultimate secret technique of the Fallen Angel Bloodline Martial Warriors! The second layer of the 'Reverse' technique—Ni Luan (Reversal Chaos)!

This was no longer just reversal; it was reversal transmuted into chaos. When Ni transforms into Luan, suppression becomes exponentially more difficult!

The Lucifer Clan integrated their philosophy of governance into their combat arts. This strike possessed a pervasive quality, leaving the opponent uncertain how to suppress it.

Chaos? Memories of combat experience from the Fallen Angel Bloodline Martial Warrior ancestors flooded Qian Jin's mind: Better to guide than to block! Against this pervasive, chaotic surge, the best method was to flow with it, denying the chaos any resistance to feed upon, thus preventing it from continuing its disorder—using smoothness to conquer chaos!

Smoothness? Qian Jin gave a cold, disbelieving smirk. His dual Super Void Souls entered his body, and his Violent Soul Domain activated instantly. Meeting the chaotic reversal head-on, he advanced several paces. Each footfall shook the surrounding earth, causing turf to ripple and massive trees to sway violently. His fierce momentum resembled an army of tens of thousands marching in rebellion.

It was as if a small town, excited by the prospect of burning, slaughtering, and plundering during its own internal uprising, was suddenly invaded by a heavy cavalry unit numbering in the tens of thousands, marching in perfect synchronicity, crushing everything in its path! Tens of thousands of iron horses converged into a giant iron hammer, enveloping the entire town and smashing it instantly into dust. Those who rebelled, those who aided the rebellion, those who tolerated the rebellion—everything not resisting the chaos was annihilated beneath this hammer.

This was…? Lucifer Zhi-Feng, a veteran of countless battles, instantly felt as if he were confronting an unstoppable torrent of an iron-blooded army. Every angle was assaulted by the charge of this cavalry flood. No matter how he maneuvered, he couldn't evade the torrent's impact. The only option was to charge directly into this endlessly advancing flood!

A contest of momentum! Whose charge was stronger! Whose advance was unstoppable!

Qian Jin executed the fourth strike of the Eighteen Hammers of Ascension, the preceding three strikes perfectly fused into the final blow, enveloping his opponent entirely as the fist descended!

Lucifer Zhi-Feng felt a pressure and danger unlike anything before. His legs remained rooted, Dou Qi surging straight to his brow, unmoving like a rock against the ocean. He jerked his neck upward sharply!

In that instant, the Battle Soul bonded to Lucifer Zhi-Feng roared out, like spring thunder tearing the sky. He swung his arms forward, desperately trying to trace the trajectory of Qian Jin's descending punch. Qian Jin, unwilling to waste effort on complex maneuvers, converted all variation into the most direct impact force and smashed down.