Within a canyon near Leize Mountain, a company had halted. Leading them was a figure with long, blue hair: Omi Saki...

At this moment, he gazed toward Leize Mountain, observing the cloud layers flickering with lightning, a flicker of deep regret crossing his handsome features.

"My Lord, the hour grows late; we should make haste on our journey!" a man with the head of a bird and the body of a man approached Omi Saki, speaking with utmost deference.

"Fei, do you think she could possibly survive?" Omi Saki’s voice resonated with sorrow.

"My Lord, Leize Mountain is one of the Ten Great Fierce Lands of the Demon Realm. And the Illusion Demon Clan, renowned for their sorcery, possesses very weak combat capabilities. Now that the thunderous storm has begun, please forgive my bluntness, but it will be exceedingly difficult for Huan Ying to escape Leize Mountain. Perhaps she has already perished with them!" the man named Fei stated plainly.

"Alas, she has followed me for over thirty years; I even bestowed that demon leopard upon her!" Omi Saki sighed softly, and a fleeting expression of tenderness appeared on his once-icy face. Seeing such a humanized expression on their Lord stunned the others. Such an expression should belong to a mortal; their Lord was a native-born demon—how could he display such a look?

"Enough. Let us go. We have escaped one trouble, but greater troubles await us!" In an instant, Omi Saki’s face reverted to coldness. He was a demon; he should not harbor excessive emotion, even for a woman he once loved.

"Heh heh, Lord Omi Saki, wishing to depart so easily? Perhaps you should leave something behind?" Just then, a chilling voice echoed from the shadows.

Omi Saki and his entourage tensed simultaneously, their gazes snapping toward the source of the sound. They saw a bat of purple and gold flight approaching. With a flash of light, it transformed into an exceedingly handsome man in a tailcoat with golden hair. Following him were more than a dozen golden bats that simultaneously shimmered into human form.

"Charles William, what brings you here?" Seeing that the newcomer was a distinguished figure among the younger generation of the William family, the greatest lineage of the Blood Race, Omi Saki’s heart jolted. This fellow had reached the Fifth Heaven of the Demon Sovereign realm—exactly his own level. Leaving safely would prove extremely difficult.

"Heh heh, I heard you captured a beautiful human woman, Omi Saki. As brothers, I naturally had to come and see, didn't I? Brother Omi, we have known each other for years; surely such a fine prize should be shared among friends?" Charles curved his lips into a malicious smile.

"Charles, since when did you become so interested in women?" Omi Saki sneered.

"Heh heh, don't misunderstand, Brother Omi. I am only interested in their blood. The one interested in her body is someone else. Brother Reyalon, shouldn't you make an appearance as well?" Charles smiled slightly, and as his voice faded, a silver silhouette shimmered into existence from the void.

This man possessed long, silver hair and silver eyes, standing over two meters tall, his entire physique defined by powerful musculature. He even dragged a long serpent tail behind him.

Accompanying him were seven or eight stunningly beautiful women who were bare-chested, three of whom were wrapped entirely around the man, constantly caressing his body.

"Hey, I didn't expect Reyalon to come too. Your intelligence network is truly fast! Since both of you are here, what about the Purple Flame Clan? Who has arrived from them?" Seeing the appearance of the Silver Serpent Clan, Omi Saki let out a cold sneer. He understood that escaping unharmed today would likely be incredibly difficult. However, for the sake of his entire Omi family's hope, even if it meant death, he had to bring back the Pure Spirit Body.

The men accompanying him also sensed the formidable nature of their opponents. Each gripped their weapons tightly, intensely guarding Luo Ling'er, who was supported by two women. They understood that she was their objective, and their task was to protect her, even if it cost them their lives.

"Heh heh, Brother Omi, you needn't concern yourself with that. In truth, Brother Reyalon and I are merely paying a visit. Why don't you just hand her over to us? We will certainly send her to your Omi family after we've had our fill. What do you say?" Charles spoke again.

Omi Saki rolled his eyes. Send her back to the Omi family after they were done playing? By then, she would probably be nothing but a desiccated corpse.

"Since you have arrived, let's dispense with the pleasantries. If you want me to surrender her, you’ll have to show me what you're capable of with your own hands!" Omi Saki snorted coldly, and a completely blue spear materialized in his grip.

He knew that the battle today would likely be the most arduous of his life. Demons are inherently prone to slaughter; they will fight to the death over trivial matters, let alone an event concerning the birth of a new Demon King.

This was a monumental event for the entire Demon Race, one tied directly to their self-interest. Regardless of any past camaraderie, today they were certain to face each other with lethal intent.

"Heh heh, Brother Omi, why go to such lengths? Do you truly believe you can stand against all of us alone?" Charles appeared amiable, seemingly unwilling to fight, yet a blood-red cross-sword had already appeared in his hand.

Beside him, Reyalon also hefted a golden staff, upon which a naked serpent woman was carved. The entire shaft radiated a faint golden glow.

Omi Saki curled his lips into a cold smile, though his gaze swept past Charles and Reyalon, scanning the surroundings as if anticipating even stronger foes.

"Alas, Brother Reyalon, it seems you will have to work hard yourself to claim the beauty," Charles said lightly when Omi Saki remained silent. Before his words fully settled, his body surged forward, crossing the distance to Omi Saki in less than a breath. The blood-red cross-sword flared with light and hacked down ferociously toward Omi Saki.

Reyalon's figure flashed, transforming into a silver streak, arriving to Omi Saki's left flank. His golden staff swept directly toward Omi Saki.

Facing the combined assault of the two, there was no hint of retreat in Omi Saki’s eyes. He flicked his spear, and a blossoming spear-flower erupted from the tip. He immediately locked blades with Charles's blood-red cross-sword, then leveraged the momentum to pull away, precisely evading Reyalon’s sweep.

At that very instant, a streak of silver sword light shot out from the void, aimed directly at Luo Ling'er, who was being protected by Omi Saki's subordinates...

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