The battle on Ye Yu’s side had ended, but Ling Qiansha, Demon Lord of Qintian Prefecture, was still locked in combat. At this moment a Demon Lord suggested, “Shall we go help Demon Lord Ling? After all, we’re all of the Demon Race—unity is our strength!”
Ye Yu immediately refused. “As if,” he said with mock regret. “My power is too low to be of any help.”
The Demon Lords’ expressions turned priceless. “Power too low? You just killed two half-step Demon Emperor–level opponents. Why weren’t you powerless then?”
They were thunderstruck, at a loss for words. Ye Yu continued, “You’re all much stronger. Why don’t you go relieve some pressure on Demon Lord Ling? They haven’t returned yet—must be a fierce fight.”
The Demon Lords all waved him off. “I can’t—I just fought twice in a row, my demon qi is depleted.” “I’m injured too.” “Me as well.” Soon they were all shirking responsibility. In truth, they only proposed helping Ling Qiansha to get Ye Yu out of the way. Who could guarantee they wouldn’t be accidentally killed by Ye Yu’s wild strength next?
With no one willing to help, Ye Yu blinked in puzzlement. “What are you doing? Why are you all standing so far away? Come closer, we’re on the same side.”
They each claimed the feng shui was better where they stood, some even insisting that distance made the heart grow ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) fonder. Ye Yu scowled. “Distance? Am I a harbinger of doom? The more you back away, the more I’ll close in—then I’ll punch that feng shui Demon Lord’s head too.” A threat, not an idle one.
Then a classic scene unfolded: Ye Yu chased, the Demon Lords fled. Some shrieked, “Don’t come near me!” but Ye Yu paid them no mind, as if shooing away a dog.
Yet Demon Lords were not fools. One quick-thinker called out, “Wait, Demon Lord Ye! My underlings report they’re being blocked by Heaven’s warriors, suffering heavy losses. I must go assist them—once that’s done, I’ll return and we’ll continue our alliance.”
No sooner had he spoken than he vanished. “Return after finishing? Not a chance—this madman won’t let us. Better to seize Heaven’s resources while we can.”
Others followed suit. Bai Qingsong of Dongyao Prefecture tried to flee, but too slowly: Ye Yu’s hand landed on his shoulder. “Demon Lord Bai, everyone else can go, but you and I are allies. Let’s check on your troops—see if they need help.”
Bai Qingsong forced a smile uglier than tears. “Do—do we have to?”
“Don’t refuse,” Ye Yu said, waving him off. “I hate being denied. If you reject me, I’ll go berserk and kill demons.” Bai Qingsong’s eyes filled with tears of resignation as he agreed.
Meanwhile Bai Qingsong was frantically telepathing to Xu Nanjiao: “Mistress, save me—I don’t want to die!” But Xu Nanjiao gave no reply. Only after they departed did she emerge, her face grave. She had underestimated Ye Yu’s strength: he had casually slain a half-step Demon Emperor–level lord and was now massacring his own allies under flimsy pretexts. A child wouldn’t believe such excuses.
What did this madman truly intend?
Elsewhere, Heaven’s Immortals were on the defensive. The Demon horde’s ferocity and the loss of Immortal King–level fighters left them unable to mount effective resistance; they were being pushed back relentlessly.
Ye Yu and Bai Qingsong soon reached the vanguard, marveling at the unstoppable advance. Bai Qingsong could barely contain his excitement. “Demon Lord Ye, our breakthrough is rapid! This is all thanks to your Lianhua Prefecture methods. I propose we split the spoils seventy–thirty—seventy for you, thirty for me!”
Yes, to survive, Bai Qingsong had decided to cede resources. Though his people might scorn him later, life was paramount; reputation meant nothing.
Ye Yu clicked his tongue. “Resources? I don’t care about those. When we meet an Immortal King–level adversary, I’ll kill them—then ‘accidentally’ kill you for good measure. That’s the main event!”
After all, a late-stage Demon Lord–level foe like Bai Qingsong was worth the kill.
