"Hehehe, what's wrong? Don't you think big sister is beautiful? Since you've done so much for me, how about I spend a night with you?" Seeing Ye Jingyu's stunned look, the Hanba's figure drifted right up to him, one hand resting on his shoulder, her coquettish voice whispering directly into his ear.

Ye Jingyu glanced at the exquisitely beautiful Hanba, then at the sweat-drenched Hei Mingba, and finally at the Battle-Bras on the ground, now nothing more than a husk of skin, and decisively shook his head.

As if! If she spent a night with him, wouldn't he turn into a mummy by morning?

"Hehehe, relax, little brother. I only managed to manifest thanks to this Twelve Heavenly Witches Annihilation Grand Array. You are the master of this Grand Array, so of course, I wouldn't dare drain you dry. At most, I'll just take a tiny, insignificant bit of blood. Look, this body just took form, and no man has ever touched it. I'm giving my first time to you; isn't that enough?" As the Hanba spoke, she naturally swayed her chest a little...

Ye Jingyu still shook his head firmly. A little bit of jing blood? Even absorbing a small amount cost Hei Mingba a hundred years of cultivation. He had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, so a century meant little, but it was different for him. A mere century of cultivation could easily reduce him to a waste.

"Sister Hanba, why is it that Venerable Zhurong couldn't manifest even after absorbing a Fire Spirit Orb, yet you directly coalesced a physical body?" Seeing the Hanba's body slithering toward him again, about to speak more, Ye Jingyu quickly took a step back and asked.

"Hee hee, didn't you see how interested he was in that little doll's ru body just now? To manifest, we all require vast amounts of jing blood. This little doll's ru body simply couldn't sustain our manifestation. This physical form is merely a shell I refined using his jing blood; it's not even my true body! Little brother, if you want to see my true form, you must work much harder in the future, okay?" The Hanba giggled, her body continuing its approach toward Ye Jingyu.

"Uh? How should I work hard?" Ye Jingyu certainly wasn't planning to strive just to see the Hanba's true form. He wanted the twelve phantom projections to solidify into their true bodies as soon as possible so that the Twelve Heavenly Witches Annihilation Grand Array could unleash its true power.

"It's simple, kill! The more people you slay, the faster we condense. And the stronger the people you kill, the better!" The Hanba said cheerfully, showing absolutely no regard for the act of killing, as if discussing an everyday chore.

Seeing such a delicate, sweet-looking woman casually mention murder without batting an eyelid, Ye Jingyu felt his scalp tingle.

He asked some more questions about the Primordial Era, but Ye Jingyu eventually realized that apart from knowing her own name, the Hanba didn't seem to remember much more than Zhurong did. However, she was entirely focused on initiating some kind of intimacy with him. To prevent the Hanba's persistent advances, Ye Jingyu could only recall the Twelve Heavenly Witches Annihilation Grand Array. But when he retracted it, he discovered the Hanba was still standing right where she was, smiling pleasantly at him.

"You... you... you..." Ye Jingyu pointed at the Hanba, speechless. Why was she still here?

"You wicked little thing, Big Sister hasn't seen daylight in I don't know how many tens of thousands of years. Are you planning to lock me back inside the Array?" Seeing Ye Jingyu's astonishment, the Hanba put on a look of profound grievance. Seeing that expression, even Medusa, a fellow female, felt the Hanba had suffered too much injustice.

As for Ye Jingyu, a wry smile spread across his face. She wasn't even inside the Array anymore; what could he possibly say now?

Maintaining a careful distance from the Hanba, Ye Jingyu turned to Hei Mingba. "Battle-Bras was your ally. Now that you have killed your ally, the balance of the Demon Realm is broken. What do you plan to do?"

"What do I plan to do? You should be the one asking that. I didn't kill Battle-Bras!" Hei Mingba replied coolly, though perhaps due to the presence of the Fire God Zhurong, his tone toward Ye Jingyu was no longer as icy as before.

"Battle-Bras wasn't killed by me either. What does that have to do with me?" Ye Jingyu spread his hands flatly and turned his gaze toward Medusa.

"Heh heh, the Blood Clan has lost a Demon King. They won't rashly move against my Silver Serpent Clan or the Purple Flame Clan. Battle-Bras's dying resentment has already transmitted all our information back home. The Blood Clan has only two paths remaining: one, defect to one of the other three Great Royal Clans and attack us together; or two, mobilize their entire race and hunt down you and everyone around you!" Seeing Ye Jingyu so irresponsibly toss the problem to her, Medusa merely offered a delicate smile, subtly passing the issue back to Ye Jingyu.

"Uh..." Ye Jingyu was temporarily struck dumb. What she said was entirely accurate. In the first scenario, the other three Great Royal Clans would never easily start a war with the Purple Flame Demon Clan and the Silver Serpent Clan over a dead Demon King—at least not until they could gauge Hei Mingba's true strength. As for the second scenario, the Blood Clan, having lost a Demon King, wouldn't directly confront the Silver Serpent Clan and the Purple Flame Clan; they would only come after him.

While he wasn't afraid of death, facing so many Blood Clan members at once, he might not be able to handle it with his current strength. Moreover, what if someone close to him got hurt?

"Don't worry, little brother. If the Blood Clan you speak of are the same as that big bat from before, I'll suck up as many as they send. Their core hearts are the best nourishment for Big Sister! Perhaps I can even use their core hearts to condense my true body?" Hearing their conversation, the Hanba, standing nearby, suddenly spoke up.

That's right! He had the Hanba by his side—the progenitor of all Jiangshi! And weren't the Blood Clan terrified of Jiangshi? Did Blood Clan members of the same rank not even have the courage to challenge a Jiangshi? With the strength she gained from absorbing most of Battle-Bras's essence blood, even if she hadn't reached the Demon King realm, she must be at least Ninth Grade Demon Lord, right? What was there to worry about?

"Heh heh, we'll deal with trouble as it comes. With Sister Hanba here, what do I have to fear?" For the first time, Ye Jingyu realized the Hanba possessed such an endearing quality.

Hearing Ye Jingyu say this, the Hanba smiled sweetly. That smile was as warm as the spring breeze of the third month, blowing away all the gloom in his heart.

It was at that precise moment that, in the direction from which Ye Jingyu and the others had pursued, a crimson pillar of fire suddenly erupted, shooting straight into the heavens and illuminating the purple sky until it looked like a sea of flames...

Ye Jingyu, Hei Mingba, Medusa, and the others all froze momentarily. Then they saw a flicker of delight in Hei Mingba's eyes as his body darted toward the direction of the light...

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