Lei Dong's bold self-recommendation met no opposition. After all, the spoils of war had to be divided. Furthermore, although the Demon King Zhagu had a notoriously foul reputation—cruel and ruthless—his intelligence seemed to be his Achilles' heel, suggesting he wouldn't conjure up any real tricks.

Even though Lei Dong had certainly made a splash today, the ingrained perception formed over millions of years would not vanish overnight. Eons of conditioning, spans stretching across millennia, were enough to fully expose a person's inherent nature. No amount of pretense could be maintained consistently for millions of years.

Lei Dong quickly inventoried the treasures within the secret vault and, with notable fairness, divided everything into five equal portions. He called out toward Fairy Cang Lan, "Fairy, please come over and examine this to ensure the division is equitable. And since you ceded some advantage earlier, you may choose your share first."

Fairy Cang Lan hesitated slightly but moved as requested. Had the Queen of Pain been the one waiting there, she would certainly have been reluctant to approach. After all, the Queen of Pain possessed superior strength, and there might be secret arts capable of trapping her.

But the Giant Strength Demon King seemed to be a brute, relying solely on raw, untamed power. Fairy Cang Lan felt no alarm concerning him; rather, she harbored a slight disdain. She was on the verge of advancing to the peak of the Initial Stage, while this Giant Strength Demon King was still floundering within that same tier.

Sometimes, beings across many races fall into the same trap: when facing someone of a higher rank, they are usually instilled with awe and vigilance, constantly calculating whether the superior might plot their demise.

However, when dealing with those of a lower echelon, they often let their guard down, unconsciously looking down on the lesser party. They assume those of lower status lack the audacity or the might to scheme against them.

This was an instinctive reaction; people's eyes are always drawn upward.

Consequently, Fairy Cang Lan hesitated little, flying over and offering the Giant Strength Demon King a smile: "Thank you, Zhagu." With that, her divine sense swept over the five piles of spoils. She selected one heap, unfurled her sleeve, and just as she was about to sweep the entire collection into her storage dimension—

Lei Dong closed the distance in an instant and struck without hesitation, unleashing a devastating punch. The blow was not only fierce but managed to fold space itself. The strike traveled as if phasing through dimensions, arriving directly before Fairy Cang Lan's chest.

Fairy Cang Lan’s exquisite features contorted in shock. While she maintained some measure of precaution against the Giant Strength Demon King, that defense was far from deep. Given the speed of his fist, what good would deeper precaution have done? Nevertheless, Fairy Cang Lan was, after all, an elite among the Immortal Clan, possessing exceptionally rich combat experience.

At this critical juncture, the sleeve she had intended to use for gathering wealth danced, transforming the fabric of her Resplendent Feather Robe into a curtain that seemed to yield softness to overcome hardness. Simultaneously, a faint, ethereal white light enveloped her body as a protective shield.

Though her attire was not shaped like conventional battle armor, its defensive capabilities were in no way inferior to the spirit-treasure armors forged from chaotic metal.

"Boom!" Lei Dong's punch was mostly nullified by the sleeve-formed curtain. Eight or nine tenths of the remaining force was absorbed by her shield and the Resplendent Feather Robe. Only a residual shockwave struck her, causing a trace of blood to leak from the corner of Fairy Cang Lan’s mouth as she was sent flying backward.

With matters escalating to this point, it was obvious that the three greedy Demon Race members had resolved to strike. As expected, their divine senses detected that while the Queen of Pain had not yet arrived, her famous Chaotic Spirit Treasure, the Whip of Torment, had already manifested as a monstrous serpent shadow, sweeping toward them.

And the Blood Fiend Demon King, Puxius, immediately transformed into a cloud of blood mist, aiming to cut off her retreat route.

Fairy Cang Lan, despite her delicate exterior, possessed an exceptionally resolute character. The situation being what it was, she had completely relinquished any desire for those immense riches. She was prepared to cast aside even some precious, personal spirit treasures to save her life. First, she summoned an ancient, simple bronze mirror, which shot out beams of brilliant light. Concurrently, another ancient pagoda spun rapidly, growing from small to large, emitting razor-sharp sword auras.

Her sole intention with these two Chaotic Spirit Treasures was to buy herself a moment of reprieve. Without hesitation, she drew out a Void Tunnel Transference Talisman, crushed it, and the surrounding space was instantly ripped into fragments, forming a dark, abyssal passage.

Though less potent than the Great Void Transference Talisman previously used by Ji Shuangshuang, this talisman was still a rare treasure. The disparity between the two lay only in the range and stability of their effect. However, the Great Void Transference Talisman was not something everyone could possess. That item required a Supreme Being to expend considerable resources to forge just one. Only those deemed extremely trustworthy would be gifted one for self-preservation.

Despite Fairy Cang Lan’s noble status—she was an Elder within the Immortal Spirit Palace—she was not deemed worthy of having a talisman personally crafted by an Immortal Venerable. This transference talisman had been refined for her by Fairy Linglong, the Palace Mistress of the Immortal Spirit Palace and one of the current Ten Great Experts, as a gesture of sisterly regard.

Though exceptionally precious, in this moment of dire crisis, she had no choice but to crush it to save her life.

Alas, she seemed to have forgotten one crucial detail: she had already used this talisman to threaten the Three Demon Kings previously. While they had been intimidated back then, the fact that they dared to attack now suggested they had gained some measure of confidence regarding it.

Just as she prepared to step into the void tunnel, Lei Dong also moved. He staged a show, tossing out a talisman that shattered with a crack. Simultaneously, he muttered softly, almost to himself, "I decree that space is now sealed."

When Lei Dong threw that punch, he had already ascended into the state of Dominating Heaven and Earth. His divine sense intensity had continually risen, bringing him to the precipice of the peak of the Mid-Stage Integration Realm. Coupled with the Dominating Heaven and Earth state, personally developed by the Demon Emperor, which enhanced the True Word Art—

The resulting Demon Emperor’s True Word Art, while several measures weaker than when the Demon Emperor himself employed it, was more than sufficient to deal with someone at the Initial Stage of the Integration Realm. The surrounding space rapidly compressed inward, centering on Fairy Cang Lan, instantly condensing into a rhomboid, crystal-like spatial coffin, rigidly arresting every motion she was about to make to step through the portal. However, Fairy Cang Lan was formidable; as soon as the spatial lock took hold, she began to struggle, making kacha-kacha sounds as cracks webbed across the crystal spatial coffin. It seemed clear it wouldn't hold her for more than a few breaths.

Lei Dong let out a chilling laugh, charging forward with his demonic form. Relying on the Giant Strength Demon King’s innate Chaotic Spirit Treasure-grade armor, he withstood the assaults from Fairy Cang Lan’s magical artifacts. Closing the distance, he rammed his shoulder directly into the spatial crystal coffin.

By now, Lei Dong's strength was immense; leveraging his demonic body, this impact alone could shatter a thousand-zhang mountain. The already fractured crystal coffin was instantly shattered by the collision.

The tremendous impact sent Fairy Cang Lan flying. Her beautiful and elegant Resplendent Feather Robe, exuding the aura of an immortal fairy, was shredded into rags by the shrapnel from the exploding space fragments. Her graceful, pale skin was revealed, contrasting sharply with her expression of agony and terror, and the blood staining her lips—a truly pitiable sight.

Forced away, she could only watch helplessly as the opportunity to escape via the void tunnel slipped away. It was merely a void tunnel, not a Great Void Tunnel; it couldn't be sustained for long. In two or three breaths, it snapped shut completely. Despair washed over Fairy Cang Lan’s face. If she could not flee, facing three vicious Demon Kings meant certain death.

Lei Dong offered no mercy, and the Queen of Pain certainly none. The giant serpent formed by the Whip of Torment already lashed out, striking Fairy Cang Lan’s delicate body with a sharp pa, shattering the already damaged fabric of her Resplendent Feather Robe into dust.

"Ah!" Fairy Cang Lan cried out, her suffering absolute and piercing. The Whip of Torment was a renowned Chaotic Spirit Treasure, rumored to rank within the top hundred throughout the Three Realms. A strike from this whip inflicted not only unimaginable physical agony but, more profoundly, pain deep within the soul.

This torment—a sensation of maddening itchiness and agony—could drive one to the brink of wishing for death rather than enduring the Queen of Pain’s ceaseless lashings.

Watching Fairy Cang Lan curl up on the ground, nearly nude, trembling and screaming in anguish, the Queen of Pain, who relished such scenes, burst into unrestrained, gleeful laughter. "Exquisite! I never thought the famous Fairy Cang Lan would enjoy my whip!" Seeing the expression on her face—a blend of extreme coquetry and utter perversion—filled with intense excitement and tremors, as if she were on the verge of climax, was truly chilling.

As for Bai Mu, spotting the unfavorable turn of events, he transformed into a giant tiger and prepared to flee. The Blood Fiend Demon King Puxius, seeing that Fairy Cang Lan's battle seemed decided, swiftly moved to intercept Bai Mu.

Though Bai Mu lacked an artifact like a void transference talisman, he would not be easy to catch if his sole focus was escape.

Fairy Cang Lan seemed to hate Lei Dong with burning intensity. Just as Lei Dong assumed she had lost all capacity for resistance under the continuous lashing of the Whip of Torment, she glared at Lei Dong with profound hatred, and the two momentarily neglected Chaotic Spirit Treasures zipped rapidly toward him, appearing like brilliant white flames, their fluctuations intensifying ominously.

"Bad! She's going to detonate the Chaotic Spirit Treasures!" Lei Dong's heart seized. He hastily flapped his wings to retreat. But it seemed he was a step too late. The two valuable artifacts exploded simultaneously, sending a massive shockwave roaring forth. The scorching white light completely engulfed Lei Dong.