"Realm of the Demon King?" Sensing Yan Senxu's terrifying, despair-inducing aura, more than forty Demon Sovereigns observing below gasped almost simultaneously. Unlike the mortal realm, the Demonic Realm is vast. The location where Yan Senxu underwent his tribulation was too far from the Leize Circle, and due to the Circle's influence, the demons within it couldn't sense the appearance of the tribulation clouds. Even Zhan Bulasi's resentment, merely an expression of his unwillingness and powerful hatred at being slain, couldn't convey any other information. Thus, they were completely unaware that the Yan Demon Clan had produced another Demon King.

It was already too late to know of Yan Senxu's existence. Facing a master of the Demon King realm, even a Ninth-Rank Demon Sovereign might not withstand a single strike, let alone these Demon Sovereigns, who were at most Sixth-Rank. Numbers at this moment could no longer pose a threat. Against the scorching flames of a Demon King, no Blue Feather Clan warrior could resist. In the blink of an eye, seventy to eighty thousand out of one hundred thousand Blue Feather warriors were killed or wounded. The remaining twenty to thirty thousand, even if they luckily escaped this great conflagration, were severely injured, possessing no fighting strength whatsoever.

The might of just one strike inflicted tens of thousands of casualties. This was the fundamental difference between the Realm of the Demon King and that of the Demon Sovereign. When dealing with a Ninth-Rank Demon Sovereign—even one infinitely close to the Demon King realm—sheer numbers could eventually wear them down. But against a true Demon King, no matter the quantity, it was useless.

At this critical juncture, Yingkong Zhan, Huang Xiao, Dong Weiming, Yuan Dufeng, Chu Xilou, Luo Mingxing, and Mu Zidaojie—the seven strongest Demon Sovereigns—burst through the void.

They knew that dealing with a Demon King, even a newly ascended one, was beyond the capability of ordinary demons, regardless of their numbers. Even they, existing infinitely close to the Demon King realm, might not be able to stop one.

If they had known the Yan Demon Clan possessed such a master in the Demon King realm, they would never have launched a full-scale assault on the Purple Flame Clan.

But now, regret was futile. All they could do was unite as never before and erase him; otherwise, facing a Demon King master, even tens of millions of troops could easily be annihilated.

Almost simultaneously as Yingkong Zhan took flight, five of the strongest Demon Sovereigns from the Evil Nightmare Clan—Gongchang Yang, Gongchang Zhihao, Gongchang Shidong, Gongchang Wuming, and Gongchang Longwu—flew up immediately. Their thoughts mirrored those of Yingkong Zhan and the others: an ordinary Demon Sovereign could never withstand a Demon King; even an average Ninth-Rank Demon Sovereign would be instantly annihilated. Only they, existing infinitely close to that realm, might prevail by leveraging superior numbers.

However, even with all twelve of the strongest Demon Sovereigns striking together, they held no absolute certainty of defeating Yan Senxu. After all, none of them had ever clashed with a Demon King before; no one truly knew the depths of a Demon King's strength.

"Heh heh, twelve experts infinitely close to the Demon King realm! Can that boy handle them?" Seeing twelve immense auras surge toward Yan Senxu, Liang Xiaoke's face split into a gloating smile.

"Heh, whether he can handle them is your concern. You should worry more about facing those tens of millions of troops," Ye Jingyu replied, showing no concern for Yan Senxu's safety. Even if Yan Senxu couldn't handle twelve Demon Sovereigns, retaining his life wouldn't be an issue. If he ended up being killed by twelve Ninth-Rank Demon Sovereigns, he deserved it.

At this moment, seeing that the Demon King of the Purple Flame Clan was now contained by the twelve Demon Sovereigns—knowing their battle wouldn't conclude quickly—the remaining Demon Sovereigns launched their offensive. While they might be useless against a Demon King expert, against Demon Sovereigns, even Ninth-Rank ones, sheer numbers could eventually drain them dry.

Instantly, the Blood Clan, the Werewolf Clan, the remnants of the Blue Feather Clan, the Evil Nightmare Clan, the Silver Serpent Clan, and millions of vassal races belonging to the Five Great Royal Clans charged toward the Purple Flame Clan. Watching the densely packed demon warriors surge forward like a torrent, Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke simultaneously swallowed hard.

"Fine. Since you are so eager to seek death, I shall grant your wish. Feng'er, Meng, Xiu, Qi, Xiaoyi, stay close to me; we charge into the fray!" Ye Jingyu roared, charging out directly, followed closely by Jiu Feng and the others.

Jiu Feng possessed only the cultivation of Martial God, Third Heaven. On a battlefield where Third-Rank Demon Sovereigns were as common as dogs, she was the most fragile existence. Naturally, Ye Jingyu intended to shield her closely.

Hu Yanmeng's cultivation was also not high, but after receiving Yue Hen's rigorous training, her strength had risen to a certain level, enabling her to assist Ye Jingyu.

Although Hu Yanqi's physical body was not yet sufficiently robust, when paired with Chi Yixiu, they could pose a threat to Ninth-Rank Demon Sovereign experts.

As for Chi Yixiu, only a sliver of the horn on his head remained, and his strength had fully reached the Ninth-Rank. His colossal body and a physique even tougher than Ye Jingyu's were sufficient to protect Hu Yanqi, Hu Yanmeng, Jiu Feng, and Lin Xiaoyi.

With so many accompanying Ye Jingyu into the charge, Ni Bo and Taotie also bolted forward. Ni Bo was relatively stable, but Taotie, having recently absorbed half a Dragon Pellet, was now a bona fide Eighth-Level Desolate Beast, a peak-tier one. He feared no Ninth-Rank Demon Sovereign, immediately transforming into a monster three zhang tall, resembling a goat but wielding tiger claws, pouncing toward the demons. Eating was his preferred method of advancement, and he hadn't seen this much fresh carnage in ages.

"Damn it, wait for me!" Seeing Ye Jingyu charge out without summoning him, Liang Xiaoke cursed loudly and shot forward as well. Hei Ming Shixuan behind him attempted to follow but was firmly pulled back by Hei Ming Yingjie.

Meanwhile, the twelve Ninth-Rank Demon Sovereigns of the Purple Flame Clan, along with Wu Yuan Wui Huang Wuqing, Yue Hen, Jiuli Pagoda, and others, made no move to engage. Their gazes were fixed upon the opposing Ninth-Rank Demon Sovereigns. They were preparing to watch a spectacle—a show guaranteed to astonish those Demon Sovereigns.

By now, Ye Jingyu had reached the very forefront. The warriors of the Purple Flame Clan had yet to show signs of attack. Zi'er, Fen Zhu, and the others merely smirked disdainfully as two or three more Ninth-Rank experts from the enemy side rushed over. Did they truly believe Ninth-Rank Demon Sovereigns were Demon Kings, capable of sweeping away masses of life with a mere wave of the sleeve? They clearly had fewer Ninth-Rank experts than their own side, yet they insisted on this attrition—weren't they asking for death?

But quickly, their disdainful smiles froze in place...