"Nicole, this is your elder sister. Take good care of her. Damn it, these scum have the guts to touch my woman? Are they trying to die?" Liang Xiaoke cursed violently, shoving Linna toward Monica before launching himself forward like an arrow.

"Pu, watch them closely!" Ye Jingyu shook Chi You's Banner furiously, wrapping it around Jiu Feng's body before vanishing into thin air.

Chi You's Banner was both the array core and vital weak point of the Twelve Deities' Annihilation Formation - only Ye Jingyu could locate it himself. Even Heiming Ba and Zhan Bras couldn't find its position back then.

Now by covering Jiu Feng with Chi You's Banner, he ensured her complete protection within the formation. With this talisman on her, she could move freely through the array until it was shattered - not even demon lord level experts could capture her.

Monica and Linna were now teleported to her side, their safety secured.

Within several steps, Ye Jingyu reached Liang Xiaoke's side, clapped his shoulder, exchanged a meaningful glance before vanishing again into the formation.

Liang Xiaoke smirked as he followed Ye Jingyu through the maze-like array structure. Meanwhile, the silver snake clan elders didn't charge directly into the formation despite their power. Instead they formed tight formations, systematically eliminating demons while probing the Twelve Deities' Annihilation Array's structure.

But soon the black mist thickened alarmingly, not only obscuring vision but suppressing spiritual perception. The range of their spirit senses dwindled to worse than naked-eye sight.

Just then seven elders sensed approaching presences through their combined secret technique - a networked spiritual net covering ten paces ahead. A mysterious aura suddenly appeared before them...

Before they could react together, the mist parted to reveal a translucent silk-dressed woman exposing her ample chest. At first glimpse of her innocent-yet-sinful beauty, all seven elders felt blood rush to their loins.

The silver snakes were notorious for insatiable carnality, far surpassing other demon tribes in lust intensity. Such an alluring figure triggered primal instincts instantly.

"Seniors," the woman conjured by Ye Jingyu wore a pitiful expression, her full hips swaying as she approached with long legs peeking through silken folds, "do you really want to kill your little slave girl?"

The elders lost half their battle focus immediately. Their eyes glazed over, drool dripping from chins - more depraved even than Liang Xiaoke.

As the woman neared, her intoxicating fragrance overwhelmed whatever rationality remained. The elders' gazes fixed hungrily on exposed cleavage...

"Seniors," she simpered with coy shyness, "do you think your little slave is beautiful?"

"Beautiful! Unbelievably beautiful!" they chorused in unison. Even Medusa paled beside this vision.

"If you want to make something nice happen between us..." her voice dripped lower, more sultry - even silver snakes succumbed instantly.

Seven pairs of eyes turned crimson. Before synchronized attacks could be launched against the approaching beauty...

"This little girl can only serve one man at a time," she batted her eyelashes, adjusting her skirt to expose more alluring curves. A faint pink peeked through.

The warning came too late. The elders suddenly turned on each other with unrestrained ferocity - each attacking two while bearing down from two sides. Cracks erupted as seven chests burst into crimson mist, silver blood spraying everywhere. Soffiet the weakest elder was instantly killed by a palm strike to the heart, his body flying backward in geyser of silvery lifeblood.

When they finally realized their mistake, the woman had already become an ethereal wraith. She devoured their spilled blood first then swept through their bodies...

The surviving elders summoned all strength to resist absorption - but injuries had crippled them. Only Sok, the strongest, managed to escape as his six companions were drained dry in moments. Even Soffiet's corpse lost its essence entirely.

Sok trembled violently. Who could possess such terrifying seductive power? Witnessing his lifelong mentors reduced to nothingness sent cold sweat down his back. Facing this monstrous formation, he had no courage left...

As the woman digested her victims' essences, Sok fled backward - only to collide with a massive crimson fist. Instinctively raising his own fist to block... but his injuries made it impossible.

A sickening crack echoed as his arm shattered into pieces, silver mist exploding outward. A scorching flame then engulfed the severed limb entirely...

Sok's magic surged desperately against the heat - only for another crimson fist to crash through his still-repairing chest. Another torrent of fire consumed him whole, searing its way into heart tissue and encasing it completely in blinding heat.