The battle cries thundered across the field, a stark contrast to the stunned silence of the dozen or so remaining Winged Folk. These young Winged Ones, who had barely engaged in true combat with outsiders, had never witnessed such a savage and terrifying spectacle. Their faces were pale as snow, and their various-colored eyes were filled with absolute fear and shock.

Perhaps before, they might have revelled in ruthlessly suppressing rebels among the humans. Or perhaps, while guarding the teleportation passage fortress, they took amusement in bombarding stray demonic beasts or foreign races that inadvertently wandered into the array with concentrated light beams from afar.

As members of the noble Lumina Winged God Clan, they had always looked down upon all sentient beings, dictating the fates of others. They never imagined that today they would fall into the hands of such brutal enemies who found pleasure in the blood and lives of others.

The Yin-Yang Old Demon erupted in hearty laughter, but this sound only deepened the terror in the eyes of these Golden Core level Winged Ones. The features of each—handsome or beautiful—were contorted by fear and trembling.

“Hee-hee, didn't you Bird-men claim to be the noblest and most powerful race in the world?” A cruel smile played across the face of the Yin-Yang Old Freak—a face that, despite his Nascent Soul cultivation making him appear slightly younger, remained hideously fearsome. “What? Now facing me, the Yin-Yang Demon Lord, you all turn into quivering cowards? Tsk tsk, it seems the Bird-man race specializes in exaggeration. In essence, you are merely creatures with bird wings who only dare bully the weak. Once you meet a true powerhouse, you all wish you could kneel down and lick this Venerable One’s toes begging for mercy!”

“You fiend, I will fight you to the death!” These Winged Ones, seemingly shamed crimson by the Old Freak’s venomous words, burned with a mixture of sorrow and indignation in their eyes. A pair, a male and female Winged One, unable to endure such humiliation, exploded into action. A dazzling, ethereal white light shimmered around them, allowing them, for a moment, to break free from the Old Freak’s binding red mist. Their expressions and gazes were filled with immense fury. One brandished a light sword, the other a light spear, and they lunged at the Yin-Yang Old Demon with lightning speed.

In truth, these words were part of the Yin-Yang Old Demon’s scheme: kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. Naturally, he needed to eliminate those capable of resistance. This would also demonstrate to his Master that he was not merely a brute, but a capable assistant who understood strategy.

“Hee-hee-hee, you two juniors are courting death; don't blame this Venerable One.” The Yin-Yang Old Demon laughed maniacally with excitement, playfully flicking out two streams of red mist to meet the incoming sword and spear. With two muffled thuds, the ornate, luminous white sword and spear were struck and corroded, snapping apart onto the ground.

Before they could offer any further resistance, the Yin-Yang Old Demon’s body swelled and expanded. His claws shot out, two powerful grips pulling the male and female Winged Ones toward him, seizing their slender, snow-white necks. With a savage squeeze, the upper halves of the two young Winged Ones’ necks exploded like watermelons hitting the ground, splattering brain matter and blood everywhere.

The Yin-Yang Old Demon was inherently a twisted individual; the more he witnessed such a gruesome and bloody scene, the more perverted and excited he became. His sinister laughter was especially chilling as he extended his tongue, cruelly licking the blood that had splattered onto his face. He spat, dismissing them scornfully, “Turns out the blood of the Bird-man race isn’t very tasty either.”

Dongfang Fu, watching from the side, frowned slightly but remained silent. After all, she herself originated from an Evil Sect and had witnessed all manner of brutal and terrifying scenes since childhood. Secondly, the Yin-Yang Old Demon was a subordinate subdued by Lei Dong; since Lei Dong hadn't spoken, it certainly wasn't her place to lecture anyone. Moreover, after initially summoning the Netherworld Ghost Soldiers, Lei Dong had stood with his hands clasped behind his back, coldly observing everything, showing no sign of intending to stop the Yin-Yang Old Demon’s actions.

However, the Yin-Yang Old Demon’s methods were exceptionally effective at psychologically devastating the enemy. The grief and anger that had animated the remaining dozen or so young Winged Ones vanished without a trace, replaced instead by profound dread and terror toward this bloodthirsty demon.

“Master.” The Yin-Yang Old Demon’s demeanor instantly became extremely respectful as he bowed to Lei Dong. He then glanced at the remaining dozen or so young Winged Ones, a look of cruelty and lust—frightening beyond measure—flashing in his eyes. He chuckled sinisterly, “I humbly request Master grant these spoils of war to your subordinate for my disposal, hee-hee. It has been a long time since I tasted such young and beautiful men and women. Since these Bird-man captives are useless anyway, why not let your subordinate draw sustenance from them, so as not to waste them.” That single look sent the group of young Winged Ones plunging into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.

“Tsk tsk, Yin-Yang Old Demon, you truly eat everything raw and cold. These female Winged Ones can be cultivated, but you want those males too?” The Bone Demon Lord, whose bearing was extraordinary, asked with slight astonishment, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Heh heh, White Bone Demon Lord, you are unaware.” The Bewitching Concubine, whose figure was alluring and full of seductive charm, chuckled coquettishly, her eyes hazy and mesmerizingly beautiful. “The Yin-Yang Demon Lord has a unique talent; he is both male and female, capable of enjoying every pleasure. Truly enviable. Yin-Yang, let’s discuss and research the arts of dual cultivation pleasure sometime.”

Unexpectedly, the Yin-Yang Demon shuddered upon hearing this and quickly declined, “Perhaps not. Everyone knows that any man favored by Concubine Mei never lives past three days; even their bone marrow is sucked dry.”

The Bone Demon Lord’s face stiffened. He secretly cursed his Master’s subordinates as a collection of deviants. He had thought himself quite monstrous, but compared to these two, he seemed slightly lacking.

The discussion among these demonic figures, while commonplace to them, was nothing short of a thunderbolt from the blue to the inexperienced young Winged Men and Women. Visions of being ravaged by the Yin-Yang Old Demon subconsciously flashed through their minds—a fate they felt was worse than immediate death.

“Want to die? Hee-hee, do you think this Venerable One will let you die easily? Once in my hands, death itself may not be an easy thing to achieve.” The Yin-Yang Old Demon, skilled in torment and extremely cunning, cast a glance and immediately understood the thoughts of this group of young Winged Folk. He directly shut down their last hope, chuckling maliciously, “But don’t worry, this Venerable One will cherish you all thoroughly. I guarantee that after tasting me once, you will be crying and begging for my favor, hee-hee-hee.”

The psychological defenses of that group of young Winged Folk were being systematically and utterly demolished.

Even Lei Dong, listening nearby, couldn't tolerate these words and subtly signaled to Yikong. In fact, Yikong himself was close to a breakdown. Had he not known this was all pre-arranged, he might have already rewarded the Old Freak with a Great Light Cannon strike for so thoroughly insulting his race.

Receiving Lei Dong’s subtle signal, Yikong stepped forward, standing tall with a righteous and dignified posture. He bowed with an earnest expression, “Master, these kinsmen of mine are all young and have committed no great offenses. I wish to intercede for them. I ask that the handling of these kinsmen be entrusted to me.”

“Yikong, what is the meaning of this?” The Yin-Yang Old Demon’s eyes showed a fierce glint, and he sneered chillingly, “These are my spoils of war. If you wish to interfere, you must first see if this Venerable One agrees?”

“Yin-Yang Old Freak, you’ve had enough fun. Regardless, these are my clan members,” Yikong’s face tightened, refusing to back down. “I cannot bear to watch you insult and torment my people like this. Yikong implores the Master for mercy.”

“Fine, let’s hear what the Master has to say. Whatever the Master decides, this Yin-Yang will accept without a single complaint.” Even while enacting this pretense, the Yin-Yang Old Demon made sure to flatter his Master, demonstrating his loyalty.

Lei Dong glanced coldly at the young men and women, his immensely powerful divine sense sweeping over them. It felt as if he saw through every single one of them completely.

In the eyes of those young Winged Ones, their expressions were filled with extreme horror. Could this very young-looking person truly be the Master? The leader of these demons? Such a powerful, terrifying divine sense—so mighty and dignified—swept over them, making it feel as if even the most private secrets hidden deep within their souls were laid bare before him.

Their fate seemed to rest entirely upon the whim of this leader, who looked young but was undeniably powerful. Through all this posturing, their young and immature psychological defenses had been utterly shattered. Almost everyone silently wished for, and inclined towards, having the Winged One named Yikong handle the matter. After all, he was their own kinsman, and he had just argued forcefully with that perverse demon to protect their lives, earning him some favor with the young Winged Folk.

“Yikong, I grant you one chance to incorporate these useless kinsmen. What I demand is their absolute loyalty. They have only one opportunity. If you cannot secure their allegiance, they will be handed over to Yin-Yang for disposal.” Lei Dong spoke with supreme indifference, his hands clasped behind his back in a posture of absolute dominion. His choice of address, "this King" (Ben Wang), was purely to inflate his perceived status. In the eyes of these Winged Folk, anyone daring to call themselves 'King' must possess the power of the Soul Transformation level, a supreme being standing at the pinnacle of the Six Domains and Nine Continents.

Of course, if an ordinary person used such a title and a genuine Soul Transformation expert learned of it, they would likely be ridiculed endlessly. But Lei Dong faced no such risk, as his actual strength was already comparable to any early-stage Soul Transformation expert. Furthermore, Lei Dong was utterly confident that in a one-on-one fight against a normal early-stage Soul Transformation expert—unless that expert was exceptionally monstrous—Lei Dong’s win probability would far exceed the opponent’s.

With such strength, using the title 'King' invited no ridicule, for Lei Dong was already a figure among the peak powers. This status had been confirmed by supreme experts such as the Purgatory Demon King and the Netherworld Ghost Emperor.