The Nascent Soul-level Crimson Flame Serpent was far from the mere Flame Breath Beast killed earlier; this was a genuine Nascent Soul entity. Forget the Golden Core early or mid-stage cultivators—even peak Golden Core cultivators could, at best, last maybe ten rounds against a Nascent Soul being.

Between every major stage, there was a qualitative shift, a true leap in the essence of life. Indeed, quantity often mattered; a sufficient number of Golden Core cultivators might indeed topple a Nascent Soul expert. However, just eight Golden Core cultivators were far too few. If that Crimson Flame Serpent willed it, she could effortlessly slaughter everyone present. That is, of course, provided Lei Dong hadn't shown up.

Especially those early Golden Core cultivators, they were utterly choked by the immense, suffocating pressure. Their hearts, heels, indeed their entire bodies felt soft and powerless, completely occupied by a deep-seated terror. Though it sounded shameful, when faced with someone hostile who could swat you dead with a casual blow, fear was almost unavoidable.

Chi Wei seemed quite pleased with their reaction, her smile becoming exceptionally charming and confident. Her alluring eyes then flicked towards Lei Dong: "Heh heh, boy, how about you? Care to follow this General? I promise you ample cultivation resources and a chance to advance to the Nascent Soul stage."

Before Lei Dong could reply, two more figures, accompanied by a massive surge of power, suddenly appeared. The crimson-armored, fire-winged general, a Purgatory Demon General complete with a tail lined with barbs, let out a strange laugh: "Chi Wei, don't hog all the fun yourself; you're moving too fast."

"Hmph, you two perverts, hurry up and finish this so we can leave," rumbled another giant whose body resembled crimson bedrock, enveloped in a thin layer of burning flame.

It was over. Despair washed over the faces of the teammates. Before this, if they had fled together, perhaps one or two might have squeezed out a chance of escape. But now, with two more terrifying powerhouses showing up, the last sliver of hope was extinguished.

"Fine, fine, just as you wish," Chi Wei suddenly chuckled charmingly, beckoning Chen Yun over with a curl of her finger: "Hurry and come pay respects to your Master?"

As everyone stared dumbfounded, Chen Yun immediately adopted the demeanor of a terrified servant, bowing deeply as he walked over, plopping down on his knees with a thud: "Servant Chen Yun pays respects to Master." And as if kneeling wasn't enough, he actually leaned down and kissed the crimson serpent tail, his face and eyes radiating infatuation.

Disgusting. As everyone watched in astonishment, the thought surfaced uncontrollably upon seeing the scene.

"Heh heh, good servant." Chi Wei laughed charmingly, then turned to the other two Demon Generals: "You two followed closely, and the lingering auras tell you the item is on this servant. No rush. It’s been a long time since I played a game; let's have some fun first. I’ve been busy with that other thing, and it’s driving this lady mad."

Lei Dong was somewhat speechless. These beings were truly bored. He had initially planned to make his move precisely when Chen Yun was taking out the item. After all, Lei Dong only knew the item was on Chen Yun, not exactly where; it could be some special storage equipment, and even killing him might make searching difficult.

"That's right, this General hasn't relaxed in ages either." In Kanpar, the Purgatory Demon General's cold eyes held a glint of carnal desire. He swept his gaze over Li Xianxian first. Despite her terror, she managed a strained smile and made a seductive gesture. This caused Kanpar to frown repeatedly and spit: "Bah! You dare try to tempt this General with such a low-grade charm technique? Don't you know this General only plays with virgins?"

Li Xianxian, already on the verge of collapse, was sent sprawling to the ground by his spittle, her expression utterly wretched. A foul, fishy odor immediately wafted up.

Kanpar completely ignored Li Xianxian, redirecting his gaze to the Murong sisters, whose faces were equally pale and etched with sheer panic. A hint of satisfaction flickered in his lustful eyes: "Mmm, these twin flowers are quite a rare treasure. Twins, virgins, and reasonably good-looking too—worth this General dedicating himself to you both once."

The Murong sisters recoiled in terror, nearly falling. Thankfully, they supported each other, their eyes clearly showing utter dread and despair. The sisters, sharing a telepathic understanding, glanced at each other and saw a look of grim resolve in the other's eyes. It was clear they would rather die than suffer defilement by these Demon Race members who behaved like savage beasts. With sharp cries, they simultaneously opened their mouths and spat out streaks of flying swords. The swords transformed into two beams of light, shooting rapidly toward the Purgatory Demon General.

"Motes of dust daring to shine so brightly? Ha ha, interesting, truly interesting." Kanpar was, after all, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, his power immeasurably greater than the sisters'. He casually extended a brawny, muscular arm and snatched the two flying swords out of the air.

Those two flying swords seemed quite spirited, struggling and writhing as if trying to escape capture. But Demon General Kanpar merely roared with laughter, stuffed the swords directly into his mouth, and chewed a few times with loud crunching sounds echoing like snapping bones.

Puh Puh.

With the destruction of the Soul Refining swords, the divine souls of the two women were violently shaken, suffering no small amount of trauma. They couldn't help but cough up blood, which stained their white robes.

Everyone present gasped, exchanging horrified glances. To Golden Core cultivators, the Nascent Soul experts were always elusive, supremely powerful beings. But only by witnessing their might firsthand did they realize the sheer gulf between the two sides. Everyone here had seen the undeniable quality of the Murong sisters' innate flying swords during the fight with the Flame Breath Beast. Yet, in the eyes of a Nascent Soul expert, they were merely childish toys, not worth mentioning.

"Haha, delicious, delicious." Kanpar laughed maniacally: "These two little lasses seem quite fond of this General. They even eagerly sent such delicious swords as a token of affection. For such devotion, this General has no way to repay you except by putting a little more effort in later, to thank the young ladies for their kindness."

The Murong sisters were so terrified they nearly collapsed, deep despair clouding their faces; they were likely contemplating death. Just as they gathered the resolve to strike again, a faint, almost familiar voice reached their ears: "Neither of you speak. Steady yourselves, and watch what happens. This Venerable One will ensure these alien Demon Generals receive their punishment."

This thread of sound was like the last straw to the Murong sisters, feeling like heavenly music. Although they didn't realize it was a private transmission, the speaker's self-address suggested he was also a Nascent Soul expert, and very likely a member of the human race. The sisters, having cultivated to the mid-Golden Core stage, didn't seem to be the type who relied solely on others for advancement like Li Xianxian. They were certainly not fools; even hearing such a voice, they showed no unusual expression on their faces. They merely exchanged a look, a silent communication only the sisters understood, and their small, clasped hands gripped tighter.

Simultaneously, they harbored a faint worry: just how powerful was the hidden Venerable One? After all, there were three enemies present, all at the Nascent Soul level. Was the Venerable One exceptionally strong? Or perhaps, was he not alone?

For a moment, the sisters began to wildly speculate about the hidden elder, conjuring the image of an immortal-like figure with youthful face, white hair, and flowing celestial beard in their minds.

"Heh heh, Kanpar, you really are a boring pervert for enjoying playing with virgins. I bet these tender little things will be played to death within half an hour," Chi Wei giggled coquettishly. "Since that's the case, this old madam won't be polite either. That boy with the saber—you look quite sturdy. Have you made up your mind? Become this lady's kept man, and you'll not only live but also have the opportunity and resources to reach the Nascent Soul stage."

Before Lei Dong could speak, Chen Yun, still prostrate on the ground, looked up at him with a resentful glare. Clearly, Lei Dong's appearance threatened his standing.

Seeing this, Lei Dong merely gave a cold, indifferent laugh: "Kept man? Heh heh, then what does this Chen fellow count as?"

Lei Dong’s composure and indifference startled the three Purgatory experts; they rarely encountered low-level cultivators who remained so calm in such a situation. Even Chi Wei couldn't help but chuckle charmingly: "Boy, you have quite the nerve. Do you think this General has the face of a Bodhisattva?"

"This boy is decent," the quiet Fire Giant suddenly interjected. "When I watched him fight earlier, while his overall strength was average, he showed great spirit—a good seedling for a martial cultivator. Chi Wei, give this boy to me."

"Oh? Huo Ling, so you don't care for women, you prefer men? Heh heh heh." Chi Wei laughed so hard her body shook, waves of allure radiating outwards. And Chen Yun of the Sword Sect, as if influenced by some spell, again cast an infatuated look her way. Seeing this, Chi Wei flicked her tail, sweeping him aside like trash, scorn dripping from her voice: "Scram, useless pretty boy. You can't even resist a simple Seduction Charm. Such a weak-willed person can only be a servant, a dog."

Every race respected strength above all else. But looking at these three Demon Generals, however capricious and aggressive their behavior, which one hadn't carved their path through mountains of corpses and seas of blood? Even Chi Wei had experienced countless killings and near-deaths to reach her current status.