Hei Ming Shixuan clearly intended to carry her viciousness to the bitter end. Her slender, pale hands continued to move, and the Purple Moon Blade attacked Lan Yue’s lower body once more, while Yue Hen’s short bow loosed a streak of silver light, aimed again at Lan Yue’s chest. Given Lan Yue’s physique, every part of him except that specific area could withstand Hei Ming Shixuan’s blade aura, but his chest could not endure that silver arrow.

Faced with both the blade aura and the arrow, the only thing he could do was retreat—a rapid retreat... Lan Yue regretted his first three steps backward instantly, realizing that the short bow in Yue Hen’s hands had completely illuminated, resembling a crescent moon, unleashing terrifying silver arrows in relentless succession, almost sealing off every path of escape... Against this barrage of arrows, his only recourse was to continuously block them with the Sirius Sword in his grasp.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..." Explosions erupted ceaselessly. Lan Yue’s body was jolted backward repeatedly. The superior position he had held was entirely lost with that single retreat.

On the other side, Fen Zhui, who had just assaulted everyone with sonic waves, was now encircled by the three Wu Yuan brothers. In a one-on-one fight, perhaps none of them could match her, but when the three joined forces, Fen Zhui was completely overwhelmed. At this moment, she understood why her Majesty had rejected a minister’s proposal to conquer the Blood-Eyed Clan.

If these three combined their strength, no Demon Lord could possibly stand against them. The most ferocious battle raged between Ye Jingyu and Long Zimou. In terms of sheer power, Long Zimou held an absolute advantage; the accumulation of years was something the current Ye Jingyu simply couldn't match.

Yet, Ye Jingyu relied on his incredible speed to constantly evade the attacks. Facing the strongest opponent he had ever encountered, Ye Jingyu didn't even consider deploying the Twelve Heavenly Witch Annihilation Formation. He treated Long Zimou entirely as his finest sparring partner.

The Heavenly Venerate Blade in his hand swung ceaselessly, projecting blinding streaks of light that enveloped his entire being. Still, Long Zimou’s Frost-Chilling Finger Sword managed to graze his body intermittently, leaving several fresh wounds across him. However, Ye Jingyu seemed unaffected, growing more vigorous and inspired the longer the fight continued.

Apparently sensing that Ye Jingyu was treating him as mere practice, and witnessing his swordsmanship become increasingly refined and his power rising steadily, Long Zimou was deeply shocked. He was aghast at Ye Jingyu’s supreme comprehension ability, and astonishment quickly morphed into fury. But whether surprised or angered, Long Zimou knew he could not afford to delay any longer.

Otherwise, not only would they fail to capture Hei Ming Shixuan, but they might even be ground down and killed here. "Awooo..." A massive roar erupted from his throat. Long Zimou abruptly retreated hundreds of feet.

He shook the Frost-Chilling Finger Sword in his hand and suddenly plunged it towards his own chest... With a sharp "Ching," the thin Frost-Chilling Finger Sword pierced directly into his sternum, spurting out a jet of blood. Witnessing such self-mutilation, Ye Jingyu couldn't help but marvel, but before he could utter a sound, he felt a colossal power erupting from within Long Zimou's body.

It was a power at least dozens of times greater than Long Zimou’s current strength. While it hadn't reached the Demon King level, it was certainly not far off. Was this his true might?

Sensing this constantly escalating force, Ye Jingyu was momentarily horrified. He had always believed his intrinsic strength was enough to contend with any Ninth-Rank Demon Lord, especially after fighting the Wu Yuan trio. But now, facing Long Zimou's sudden explosion of power, he realized that even among Ninth-Rank Demon Lords, the gap in strength could be colossal.

The power Long Zimou displayed might even rival the strike delivered when the three brothers Wu Yuan, Wu Hen, and Wu Qing joined forces—it was the power of a Demon King, or at the very least, infinitely close to it. "Die! One Finger Shatters the Universe!" Long Zimou roared, taking a slight step forward, preparing to strike with a single finger...

A boundless force had already erupted. Ye Jingyu’s heart seized with dread; he knew he possessed no ability to withstand such a finger strike. He was about to summon the Twelve Heavenly Witch Annihilation Formation and the Eastern Emperor Bell to shield himself when, behind Long Zimou, a man suddenly materialized.

He wore a white robe, appeared gaunt, and his eyes were completely sunken. The man’s appearance was so sudden that even Long Zimou failed to notice. He continued to launch his merciless, single-finger strike.

But the man simply lashed out with one palm, striking Long Zimou squarely on the crown of his head (Tian Ling Gai). The impact instantly pulverized the bone, and a massive surge of energy burst forth from the man's body, shattering Long Zimou's form completely. Innumerable fragments of flesh flew out, and silver blood saturated the sky.

The finger strike that had been launched exploded mid-air, its savage energy engulfing everything nearby. This turn of events happened too swiftly. Neither Ye Jingyu nor anyone else had recovered their senses.

After instantly killing Long Zimou with one blow, the man glanced briefly at Ye Jingyu and vanished without a trace... Long Zimou’s mangled remains were scattered across the ground, the violent energy still radiating outwards. Fen Zhui, Lan Yue, and Hong Feng were utterly aghast.

Long Zimou was dead? Blown into a mass of minced meat? How was this possible?

Who was that man just now? How could anyone possess such formidable power? To kill a Ninth-Rank expert, one infinitely close to a Demon King, with a single palm strike—even their Majesty might not be capable of that!

"Retreat..." Finally understanding that with Long Zimou gone, they stood no chance against these opponents, their priority became immediate withdrawal. "Trying to leave? Not so easy!" Ye Jingyu had now thoroughly antagonized the Werewolf Clan, making them irreconcilable enemies.

Allowing them to escape was equivalent to letting a tiger return to the mountains. If he could keep these few here, the Werewolf Clan would suffer devastating losses, and even if they sought revenge later, they would have to seriously weigh their current strength. Temporarily setting aside his confusion over the mysterious man, Ye Jingyu stomped down, deploying twelve bone chopsticks which he flung towards the void.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered thickly overhead, and countless specters and demons surged forth. A dense black mist began to envelop Lan Yue and the others. Lan Yue and the others felt the sheer terror of this formation, but at this juncture, they knew there was no alternative but to use overwhelming force to break through.

However, Ye Jingyu’s body was already flashing toward Hong Feng. The Heavenly Venerate Blade in his hand slashed directly at Hong Feng, while a massive phantom image manifested beside Hong Feng, opening its cavernous maw to swallow him... Liang Xiaoke, who had been holding a purely defensive stance, saw Ye Jingyu rushing in to support her.

She certainly wouldn't stay back. She roared, fully unleashing the Nine Nether power coursing through her body, and hammered a heavy fist toward Hong Feng... (This concludes the guaranteed three chapters)