Before Mu could even scoff at Liang Xiaoke's swift defeat, he sensed an ethereal shadow shooting toward him. It was a creature that appeared no larger than a kitten, its fur pure white and downy, utterly adorable. Yet, this tiny, cat-sized being suddenly opened its mouth. Ordinarily, a creature so small, even if it tried to bite, couldn't manage to nip even one of his fingers. But inexplicably, its mouth expanded, transforming into a gaping maw intent on swallowing him whole.

Beneath that colossal opening, Mu suddenly felt crushingly insignificant, as if he truly were nothing more than mere sustenance for it. What was happening? How could such a small creature possess such an enormous mouth?

Mu couldn't comprehend it, but he was certainly no novice. In fact, merely being capable of accompanying Yuan to the mortal realm was testament enough to his own formidable strength.

Facing the engulfing maw, two massive claws suddenly erupted from Mu's body, reaching directly for the upper and lower lips of the immense mouth.

Little Tao Tao gasped internally, quickly shifting her body to evade Mu's swipe. However, at that moment, Hu Yanqi, who had been aiming from below, instantly unleashed the Sunset Divine Arrow from his hand.

Almost instantaneously, the black Sunset Divine Arrow reached Mu. Mu’s focus tightened, and he lashed out with a streak of dark light, forming a black barrier before himself.

The black feathered arrow struck the cluster of dark energy, then immediately exploded. The immense energy shattered the black light, and ultimately pulverized Mu’s chest. Dark, viscous blood sprayed out; judging by the wound, it appeared even more severe than the damage inflicted by Liang Xiaoke.

"Ah..." Mu roared in pain. Being wounded by the despicable Liang Xiaoke was one thing; after all, Liang Xiaoke was a master of the Celestial Immortal realm. But to be wounded by Hu Yanqi, who hadn't even reached the Celestial Immortal realm? This was the ultimate humiliation for him.

In a fit of rage, Mu transformed into a ball of black light and lunged down toward Hu Yanqi, determined to completely slaughter this lowly ant.

Seeing Mu dive downward, Ye Jingyu's lips curved into a sinister smile. While his own cultivation level might not surpass Mu’s, his actual combat ability was far beyond what Mu could contend with.

Just as he was preparing to meet the attack, a silver flash shot out from his front—it was Medusa. Perhaps attempting to prove her unwavering loyalty, or maybe eager to force a confrontation with the one who had defeated her in a single move previously, the current Medusa unleashed nearly all her power.

In the sky above, Liang Xiaoke, injured by Lin, was now attacking Lin without reservation. The Immortal Slaying Sword flickered intermittently through the void; if Lin let her guard down for even a moment, she would be pierced.

Originally, Liang Xiaoke's strength was vastly inferior to Lin’s—the gap was like that between a professional boxer and an ordinary person. Even if you had four people, in a bare-knuckle fight, four adults would never defeat a top boxer. But Liang Xiaoke possessed the Immortal Slaying Sword! It was akin to wielding a firearm; no matter how skilled the boxer, they were still flesh and blood.

For a time, Lin, whose strength far surpassed Liang Xiaoke’s, was relentlessly forced into retreat. In that moment, she finally understood Mu’s earlier predicament and realized why her master had warned them to be cautious.

This mortal realm truly harbored hidden masters. Just these inexplicable sacred swords alone were something they couldn't possibly withstand.

Although Medusa was only at the initial stage of the Demon King realm, Mu was already injured, and his combat power was significantly diminished. Consequently, their battle settled into a hard-fought stalemate.

Observing this unfolding situation, Ye Jingyu decided against intervening. The opposing side still had hidden experts waiting; it was better to conserve his energy to deal with them.

The Gluttonous Beast's strike missed its mark, and its body dissolved into a streak of flowing light, returning to Ye Jingyu's side. Its greenish gaze had already fixed upon the soldiers of the Fanlong Empire rushing toward Ye Jingyu and his allies.

These soldiers possessed inherently formidable combat strength, holding an absolute advantage against the soldiers of the Nanyun Empire. However, once they charged into the Twelve Heavenly Witches' Extinction Formation, they discovered their power continuously diminishing, dropping by an entire realm.

As a result, their strength was no longer significantly greater than that of the Nanyun Empire’s soldiers. Coupled with the presence of experts like Hei Ming Shixuan, Lin Xiaoyi, and Hu Yanmeng, it became virtually impossible for them to gain any advantage.

Excluding Zhu Rong and Han Ba, the other ten ethereal projections materialized and joined the slaughter against the common soldiers. However, one projection, as it passed by Hu Yanqi, glanced at the Sunset Divine Bow in his hands before continuing its participation in the killing.

Within the great formation, the sounds of battle shook heaven and earth. The clash of weapons, cries of agony, and roars of fury intertwined, composing a symphony of death. Flashes of blades and shadows of swords were everywhere; people were being slain in every corner, death pervasive.

With masters like Lin Xiaoyi holding the line, the slaughter was almost entirely one-sided. Even so, the Fanlong Empire soldiers still charged fearlessly into the formation.

Streams of crimson light shot toward the heavens—these were the resentment, the anger, and the myriad negative emotions of the dying soldiers. The Twelve Heavenly Witches' Extinction Formation primarily absorbed their vital blood essence, but these negative emotions shot out of the formation, immersing themselves directly into the bodies of the battling Lin and Mu.

The fighting power and speed of both Lin and Mu continuously increased. Liang Xiaoke fared slightly better, but Medusa, who had been holding an even footing moments ago, was now being driven back repeatedly.

Witnessing all of this, Ye Jingyu’s expression shifted slightly. No wonder these demons sought to secretly control a kingdom, launching wars regardless of facing armies numbering in the millions. Their source of power apparently stemmed from the negative emotions generated by humans at the moment of death.

If this were allowed to continue, who knew what level of power they would eventually attain? As for stopping the war, the Fanlong Empire soldiers were clearly blinded by bloodlust; could they even stop now?

"Sister Han Ba, I must trouble you!" Ye Jingyu said to Han Ba beside him. Han Ba, whose strength had barely reached the Demon King realm, immediately shot skyward, heading directly toward Mu in the heavens.

However, her figure had ascended less than a hundred zhang when another silhouette instantly appeared before her. It delivered a simple, straight punch that struck Han Ba’s body, causing her entire form to shatter into pieces...