Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 699 The Desperate Witch Spirit

Inside the cramped restaurant, the air seemed to freeze, with only the patter of rain outside the window and the faint wails in the distance.

Feng Wu stood frozen in place, her phoenix eyes gazing blankly out the window at the high sky, the image of that world-shaking spear still lingering deep in her pupils.

Her thoughts seemed to freeze, and all that kept replaying in her mind was that seemingly casual yet devastating stab of the bone spear.

Although she was in a relatively safe restaurant and did not personally face the sharp edge of death, the terrifying intent contained in that spear was like an invisible ice pick, fiercely piercing into the depths of her soul!

Her hand twitched slightly, uncontrollably.

Unconsciously, her fingernails scratched the greasy wooden table, leaving several clear scratches with slight traces of blood.

"What will happen to me?"

This thought spun wildly in Feng Wu's mind!

Uncontrollably, she imagined in her mind how she would defend herself against the seemingly slow but actually lifeless spear shadows if she were on that platform. How would she dodge them?

However, no matter how she deduced, what movements she changed, or what secret techniques she activated, the final result was always the same, and so clear it was despair-inducing—

Like those fearless experts from the Yaoshui Kingdom, she too would be pierced and torn apart like fragile pottery by the shadow of the spear, which was filled with the intent of death from the underworld. Finally, with a "bang," she would explode into a cloud of tragic blood mist, leaving nothing behind, which would mix with the rain and fall on the land she had sworn to protect with her life.

What's especially terrifying is that the spear not only affects the physical body, but also carries a special sense of oppression that strikes the mind and crushes the will!
Anyone who has witnessed the magnificence of that spear will inevitably feel a deep and inescapable sense of powerlessness and insignificance deep within their soul.

It's as if a tiny mortal accidentally glimpses an ancient being incomprehensibly vast and filled with primal malice in the deep sea, and can only tremble and despair, unable to muster any thought of resistance.

This eerie oppression, originating from the spiritual realm, not only plunged the entire bustling battlefield into a deathly silence, but also captivated the minds of all survivors, bringing their fighting spirit to the brink of collapse.

Even Feng Wu, inside the restaurant, felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, and the fingers gripping the sword hilt lost their color due to excessive force.

at this time.

A warm, dry, and steady hand, carrying a reassuring strength, gently pressed against Feng Wu's cold and trembling shoulder.

The feeling of suffocation suddenly eased!
That chilling despair that seeps into your very bones...

It melted away quietly, just like snow melting in spring!
A gentle yet firm warmth seeped through her clothes into her body, instantly dispelling the icy despair and helplessness that clung to her like a bone-deep wound, and making her almost frozen heart beat again.

Feng Wu turned her head in surprise and looked at the owner of the large hand—Liang Jin.

Liang Jin's gaze remained calmly fixed on the window, as if the earth-shattering spear thrust from just moments before had not stirred much emotion within him.

He spoke softly, his voice as calm as a still well:
"His martial intent is very strong."

"Martial intent at the Netherworld Realm. Previously, I had only sensed martial intent of the same level from one person; he is the second."

The martial intent realm of this Wuxu Demon Lord is actually at the same level as that powerful and unfathomable eunuch Wang Jin!
Upon entering the Netherworld, one's martial intent is as if entering the netherworld, gaining a profound understanding of the principles of life and death of all things.

Once Liang Jin's own martial intent reached this level, he clearly felt that in life-or-death battles, killing opponents became as natural and easy as breathing, and he could often see the "dead point" in the opponent's moves, aura, and even mental state at a glance.

This Demon Lord of Wuxu was clearly the same.

Therefore, his seemingly casual spear thrust could precisely, efficiently, and easily end the lives of so many masters, just like harvesting ears of wheat.

In his eyes, even a third-rank martial artist's defense and struggles were as fragile and laughable as a clay chicken or a clay dog, utterly vulnerable.

Feng Wu's narrow phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed to the size of pinpoints! The shock within them was more than just astonishment!

It's a raging storm that overturns our understanding!
It is a piercingly cold blade that cuts through all chance...
Entering a secluded place?!
Two words, heavier than a thousand pounds!
She almost lost her voice:
"This...how is this possible?!"

"That Demon Lord of Wuxu, judging from his appearance, is clearly very young! How could he have honed his martial intent to such a legendary level at such a young age?!"

"He...he's not human! He must be a monster! A demon born from these mountains!"

At this moment, Feng Wu was so flustered that she was almost incoherent.

She originally only had a vague idea of ​​how strong the Demon Lord of Wuxu was.

But the sight of that spear that instantly killed everyone made her absolutely certain that the opponent was at least a second-rank peerless master!
This is already against common sense and unbelievable!

Now, hearing Liang Jin confirm it himself, his martial intent has actually reached the realm of profound mystery!
This is simply unbelievable! It's too incredible!

It completely overturned her understanding of martial arts cultivation!

"Then...then him..."

Feng Wu's voice trembled without her even realizing it:
"Doesn't that mean... he's already at the second rank?"

Liang Jin's answer was concise and affirmative:
"That's right, he's at the second rank."

Upon receiving this definitive answer, Feng Wu's heart sank as if she had fallen into a bottomless ice cave.

A peerless master at the second rank! He also possesses terrifying martial intent at the Netherworld Realm!
The combined power of these two factors is far more than just one plus one equals two!
Could the Queen of Yaoshui really be a match for such a being?
Moreover, within the Demon Kingdom's camp, there is another mysterious and unpredictable Grand Preceptor, Wu Ling, whose strength has reached the second rank, who has not yet made his full move!

however.

Liang Jin's calm words next sent Feng Wu into a state of shock, making her blood seem to freeze instantly!
"Second rank is merely the level of his internal energy cultivation."

"But his true combat strength is far more than that."

Liang Jin's gaze seemed to pierce through the rain, accurately analyzing the distant enemy.

"His physical body is exceptionally strong, and his vital energy is far more vigorous than that of ordinary martial artists, even unlike a purely human physique."

"That strange insect-shaped armor covering his entire body was no ordinary object either. It seemed to be symbiotic with his body, constantly providing him with additional power. And the bone spear in his hand... its material is unknown, but it exudes a strange feeling."

He paused slightly, then gave a judgment that sent chills down Feng Wu's spine:
"If we take into account his realm, martial intent, physical body, armor and weapon... the maximum strength he can unleash is probably... comparable to an ordinary first-grade martial artist, not inferior to him at all."

"Therefore, Queen Yaoshui is no match for him."

Liang Jin's voice was resolute, ruthlessly crushing Feng Wu's last shred of illusion.

His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This Demon Lord of Wuxu is indeed an extremely rare "hexagonal warrior" who is near perfect in every aspect.

Even the most skilled martial artists have their weaknesses—some may possess profound internal strength but have a fragile body; others may have a high level of mastery but rough martial arts skills and scattered martial intent; still others may have exquisite moves but lack the protection of divine weapons and armor.

However, the Demon Lord of Wuxu seemed to have no obvious weaknesses.

He was young, highly skilled, possessed strong martial intent, had a robust physique, and his equipment was both strange and powerful.

At the same time, his very existence exudes an eerie feeling that defies common sense and cognition.

Liang Jin had also met Queen Yaoshui, and through the "Thousand Mile Tracking" technique, he knew that she had already entered the second rank.

Before the Demon Lord Wuxu, who was at his peak and whose momentum was overwhelming, the noble and peerless queen would have no chance of winning!

The only result of a head-on collision is the demise of her life!

"Wha...what?!"

"A...a first-grade item?!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Wu was so shocked that her mouth gaped open, almost wide enough to fit an egg, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

Her delicate body swayed, and she would have almost collapsed to the ground if she hadn't been holding onto the windowsill.

The Demon Lord of Wuxu actually possesses strength comparable to a first-grade martial artist?!
How can this be? !
One product!
That's a legendary realm, a pinnacle of martial arts, a near-divine existence!
Those who can reach this level in the entire world exist only in historical legends!
If that's the case...

Then... how can Queen Yaoshui possibly be their enemy?!

This is fundamentally an unequal war, one that is doomed to fail!

Even her unfathomable and wise teacher didn't think highly of Queen Yaoshui...

Could it be that today truly is the day the Yaoshui Kingdom will be destroyed?!

Is this southern region, where she was born and raised, really going to fall completely into the control of this demon?!

Just as Feng Wu was enveloped by boundless despair—

"Boom—!!!"

A lightning bolt of unprecedented magnitude!
Like a dragon that had been coiled in the heavens finally being enraged, it lashed out with a light that seemed to tear the heavens and earth apart, fiercely striking the gnarled branches of the tree above the lightning-struck fruit, which resembled a dragon's spine!
"Sizzle sizzle—slap slap slap!"

Countless tiny purple electric snakes exploded instantly! As if they were alive, they frantically coiled around the three lightning-struck fruits!

Plasma is flowing!

The ancient, naturally formed purple lightning patterns on the fruit's surface suddenly shone with unparalleled brilliance! Like stars igniting!
A strong, strange scent filled the air!

That's the scent of a ripe lightning-struck fruit!

The aroma was rich and domineering, as if it contained the most primal vitality and destructive power of heaven and earth. Even though Liang Jin was in this small restaurant isolated from the wind and rain, he could clearly smell it and his spirits were invigorated!
"The Lightning Strike Fruit is finally fully ripe!"

Liang Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of light flashing in them.

He could clearly see that the cracked, deep purple outer shell of the lightning-struck fruit, after enduring the final and most intense lightning strike, finally peeled off and dissipated, revealing the yellowish-brown, crystal-clear fruit body inside, with an even finer and more complex natural lightning pattern on its surface!
The flesh seemed to be pulsating slightly, and the immense energy contained within was almost overflowing!

This is a true treasure of nature!

It's clear that Liang Jin wasn't the only one paying attention to these three rare treasures.

High in the sky.

The magnificent owl beneath the Demon Lord of Wuxu let out a high-pitched cry, its enormous wings flapping sharply, parting the rain curtain, and carrying its master, it flew unhurriedly toward the Thunderstruck Fruit that emitted an alluring glow and exotic fragrance.

This time, no one dared to step forward to stop them.

The power of that spear had fully demonstrated the Demon Lord's invincible prowess, completely shattering the courage and faith of all those who resisted!
At the same time, at the top of the giant tree, the magnificent palace that resembled a moon palace, with its two tightly closed giant doors carved with intricate totems, finally opened slowly inward with a heavy scraping sound.

A graceful figure, bathed in the soft glow emanating from the palace, emerged step by step from the shadows behind the door.

She wore a long, shimmering white robe, her long, jet-black hair styled in an elegant updo. Her features were exquisitely sculpted, her waist supple as a willow, her figure slender and graceful, her curves alluring and captivating.

Her beauty is grand and magnificent, elegant and noble, possessing an aura of regal dominance that looks down upon all living beings.

He held a jade scepter that was entirely green and shimmering with iridescent light. The scepter was carved into the shape of tree branches, and the top of the scepter was inlaid with a pearl that emitted a hazy halo.

Her beauty was unparalleled, like a moon goddess descended to earth.

Queen Yaoshui has finally made her appearance!
Her figure stood tall before the Temple of Wind and Rain!
that is...

This world! The only source of light!
Her appearance seemed to possess a kind of magic, rekindling a faint light in the eyes of the remaining, desperate citizens of Yaoshui Kingdom, revealing a complex expression of awe, expectation, and dependence.

Because she is not only the queen of Yaoshui Kingdom, but also the embodiment of the Yaoshui Kingdom's faith and the spokesperson of the divine tree on earth!
In the Yaoshui Kingdom, divine authority and royal authority have been combined since ancient times and are supreme!
As Queen Yaoshui moved gracefully to the edge of the platform in front of the palace, the three newly ripened lightning-struck fruits, radiating immense energy and a unique fragrance, hung more than ten feet above her head, their purple lightning reflecting the holy moonlight emanating from her.

at the same time.

The devil owl landed.

The giant claw, covered in barbs and stained with blood and mud, stepped onto the clean altar paved with millennia-old warm jade in front of the temple, facing the Queen of Yaoshui from afar.

The giant owl stared intently at Queen Yaoshui with its sharp, threatening screech. Its glossy black feathers stood on end, and its claws, sharp enough to tear through metal, and its gleaming beak inspired fear.

The Demon Lord of Wuxu, seated atop the owl's back, casually raised the bone spear in his hand, stained with the blood of countless powerful warriors.

The spearhead pointed directly at Queen Yaoshui, his icy voice like a chilling wind from the depths of hell, clearly echoing throughout the silent battlefield:
"Submit, or die."

He has issued an ultimatum.

The voice was cold and unnatural!
Like a verdict delivered by metal rubbing against a stone slab!
Every single word!

They all resemble monuments of blood, immeasurable weight!
It crashed down on the crumbling tower of faith of all the Yao people!

At this moment, all the Yaoshui people in the city who were still alive were enraged by this extreme insult!

This demon king dared to point his weapon directly at their supreme queen!

That was their god! Even the tribal leaders who had come to support them, now battered and bruised, gripped their weapons tightly, ready to fight this demon to the death under the leadership of Queen Yaoshui!

All eyes in the city, regardless of their emotions, were fixed on Queen Yaoshui, awaiting her response and the final decision that would determine the fate of Nanzhou.

however.

What they received was neither a rousing battle cry nor a resolute declaration of war.

A soft sigh, seemingly carrying an immense burden, escaped from the Queen of Yaoshui's perfect lips. It was so light that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the rain, yet it struck the hearts of every citizen of Yaoshui with a heavy weight.

Subsequently.

Under the gaze of countless incredulous, almost bulging-out eyes—

The noble and revered Queen Yaoshui, who was treated like a deity, slowly and with great difficulty lowered her head, which had always been held high and symbolized royal and divine power, in front of the proud Wuxu Demon Lord standing on the owl's back!

Her clear, melodious voice rang out, carrying a heartbreaking calm and resignation:
"Today, witnessing the Demon Lord's spear-wielding prowess and unparalleled divine might, I realize that there are heavens beyond heavens... I am indeed no match for the Demon Lord."

Queen Yaoshui's voice still flowed like a clear spring in the moon palace, but it had lost that which supported heaven and earth... the very essence of her being!

She lowered her noble eyes!

It was as if he were gazing at the jade ground beneath his feet, stained with demonic blood and mud:
"The outcome of this war... is already decided."

Everything is quiet!

Only the blank, terrifying moment when countless hearts stop beating!
Then, under the horrified gaze of all the subjects of the Yaoshui Kingdom, they revered him as a god, as if he were the heavens...

Queen!

Slowly moving forward, the sacred robe, as radiant as the moon, brushed against the cool jade steps.

step!
step!
Walk toward that demonic bird that exudes an aura of death and filth!

Walk toward that evil spear that pierced the souls of countless heroes of the Yao River!
Approaching that figure clad in demonic armor... the demon god of hell!
finally.

she was.

It stopped in front of the giant owl's claws, which were dripping with thick, foul blood.

Her slender and graceful waistline seemed to be bent over by an invisible, immense mountain!
His right knee, like a falling star, fell heavily! Slowly! But irreversibly... He knelt down!
In the mud and rain, she knelt on one knee before the Demon Lord Wuxu atop the owl's back!
Her posture was humble and submissive, full of submission:
"My Yaoshui Kingdom...is willing to surrender to the Demon Lord."

"I humbly beg the Demon Lord... to remember Heaven's benevolence in cherishing life and to refrain from indiscriminate slaughter, thus preserving the lives of my people."

She knelt on the cold, blood-stained stone slab, her hands raised high above the jade scepter that symbolized the supreme power of the Yaoshui Kingdom, her head bowed, a gesture of complete surrender.

It's like a believer offering the most sacred... holy relic to the devil!
At this moment, the crowd erupted in uproar!

Countless warriors, ready to fight to the death, had their weapons fall to the ground with a clang!
Their eyes widened and their mouths gaped open, but they couldn't utter a sound; only the excruciating pain of their hearts shattering was felt!

That was their king! Their god! The pillar they were willing to give their lives to protect!

At this moment, all the citizens of Yaoshui Kingdom stared blankly at the familiar figure kneeling before the enemy's mount, looking so small and helpless. Their faith, which they had upheld for countless generations, collapsed like glass, shattering into pieces!
They can't accept it! They can't understand it!
Why didn't they even try to fight? Why didn't they put up a single act of resistance? Their supreme queen surrendered so easily!
"Do not--!!!"

"Your Majesty! Rise! We are willing to fight to the death with you! To shed our last drop of blood!"

"Your Majesty! We cannot surrender! If we surrender, we will all be reduced to slaves, worse than pigs and dogs! We will suffer a fate worse than death!"

"We are ready to fight to the death, why has Your Majesty surrendered first?!"

"It's fake! It must be fake! His Majesty must be feigning surrender! He's just waiting for an opportunity to assassinate the devil! Yes! That must be it! How could His Majesty truly surrender?! Absolutely not!"

……

The mournful cries, desperate roars, and incredulous questions, like the wails of a wounded beast, instantly shattered the previous silence, shaking the heavens and the earth, moving all who heard them!
Someone coughed up blood and fainted on the spot!

Some people banged their heads on the ground as if they had lost their parents!
Some people stood frozen in place, their pupils dilated like those of puppets whose souls had been taken away!
on the platform.

The Queen's head drooped even lower.

Hearing the heart-wrenching cries of her subjects behind her, and feeling the pairs of eyes filled with incomprehension, disappointment, and even resentment, her heart felt as if it were being torn apart. An indescribable sense of depression and sorrow filled her chest, almost suffocating her.

But she understood better than anyone else that in the face of an absolute power disparity, futile struggles and sacrifices would only result in the land being thoroughly soaked in blood and her people being slaughtered.

When she saw the Demon Lord of Wuxu for the first time today, and personally felt his immeasurable aura like an abyss, especially after witnessing the spear that contained the martial intent of the Netherworld Realm and instantly killed all the heroes.

She had a very clear premonition of the final outcome of this war.

Throughout the entire Southern Continent, perhaps no one but her could truly comprehend the terror and... eeriness of the power wielded by the Demon Lord of Wuxu.

It was a kind of evil, illogical power that seemed to transcend the rules of this world!
That was a despairing force that she could neither resist nor even comprehend, despite her entire life's learning!

Rather than leading the entire nation in a doomed and fierce resistance that ultimately turns everyone to dust.

It would be better for her to bear the eternal infamy, surrender decisively, and save everyone's lives to the greatest extent possible, thus preserving the vitality of the Yaoshui Kingdom.

In this way, perhaps a glimmer of hope can remain in the uncertain future...

She raised her head slightly, her gaze falling on the three lightning-struck fruits at the top of the divine tree, which radiated an alluring glow.

"It's too late...it's all too late..."

Her heart was filled with endless sighs and helplessness.

Originally, these three lightning-struck fruits, born from the creation of heaven and earth, were her biggest trump card and hope for fighting against the Demon Lord and turning the tide of the battle.

Unfortunately, fate is cruel, and they only fully matured today, at this final moment.

If it could be a month earlier, or even just half a month earlier, so that she had time to consume, refine, and absorb the immense thunder essence and life source within it.

So today, she too has the power to draw her sword and challenge the heavens!

But now, a powerful enemy is at the city gates, and the Demon Lord is right before our eyes. If we try to consume it now, let alone refine and absorb it, we might not even be able to keep the fruit.

Moreover, forcibly consuming an incompletely refined divine fruit, surrounded by powerful enemies, is tantamount to suicide.

Therefore, if she did not want the bloodline of the Yaoshui Kingdom to be completely extinguished, and if she did not want all the people of the city to be buried alive with her, it seemed that all that was left before her was this humiliating, yet possibly only, way out... surrender.

This was the most rational, yet most painful, choice she made as queen in despair.

The Demon Lord of Wuxu sat upright on the back of the owl, showing neither sorrow nor joy, as if the surrender of the Queen of Yaoshui had been expected.

He casually flicked his bone spear forward, accurately picking up the jade scepter offered by Queen Yaoshui with both hands.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he firmly grasped the staff that symbolized the supreme power of the Yaoshui Kingdom.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in his double-pupiled demonic eyes, but this satisfaction was not directed at the magnificent scepter in his hand, but rather at the Yao Shui Queen kneeling in the mud.

Not appreciation.

Just... confirming a newly acquired tool!
"From this day forward, you are no longer the Queen of Yaoshui, but my most trusted... slave girl."

"He is also under my command, the chief minister of the Demon Kingdom!"

"In the Demon Kingdom, apart from myself, all my millions of subjects are at your beck and call."

"I will grant you power second only to the emperor, and guide you to accept new and greater power."

"And you will assist me in conquering the Southern Continent, advancing into the Central Plains, and vying for supremacy over the world!"

After saying that, he raised the bone spear in his hand again. The cold spearhead, which was covered with the aura of countless dead souls, gently touched the top of Queen Yaoshui's head, which was adorned with a silver chain headdress, with an air of declaring ownership.

The Demon Lord of Wuxu was clearly very satisfied with Queen Yaoshui's straightforward submission.

A living, submissive, and capable Yaoshui Queen is far more valuable to his future rule over Nanzhou and even his ambitions to conquer the Central Plains than a cold corpse.

Queen Yaoshui felt the cold touch on her head, and a deathly desolation filled her heart. She was about to say something.

suddenly!

A sharp, urgent shout filled with urgency, anger, and disbelief came from one side of the platform:
"No! This can't be done, Your Majesty!!!"

A petite black figure swept across the rain like a ghost and landed lightly on the platform.

The newcomer wore an ancient tree bark mask and a feather robe woven from countless black bird feathers. He was none other than the Demon Kingdom's Grand Tutor, Wu Ling, who had returned!
Wu Ling didn't even bother with the formalities; she rushed to the giant owl of the Wuxu Demon Lord, tilted her head back, and her eyes, hidden behind her mask, were filled with urgency and questioning. Her voice was somewhat shrill with excitement:
"Your Majesty! You promised me! You personally vowed to kill that vile Queen Yaoshui and avenge me!"

"It is because of your promise that I am willing to give up everything and choose to follow you! I will advise you and risk my life for you!"

"Now! How could you... how could you accept her surrender?! And even take her as a slave?!"

"Where do you place my blood feud?! Do you treat your promises to me like a joke?!"

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord of Wuxu's face, which was covered by insect armor, suddenly darkened, and a terrifying glint instantly flashed from his double pupils!

"Disobedient slave!!!"

This is the most glorious moment for him to subdue Yaoshui, complete the great cause of unifying Nanzhou, and enjoy the admiring gaze of all people!

How could he tolerate a subordinate publicly questioning his decision and slapping him in the face?!
The bone spear in the hand of the Demon Lord Wuxu, which had just touched the head of Queen Yaoshui, suddenly swept horizontally with a furious roar!
A terrifying aura, condensed to the point of being tangible and carrying the will to tear everything apart, lashed out like an invisible, vicious whip, instantly tearing through the rain and whistling as it struck Wu Ling's petite and exquisite body.

"Bang!!!"

Wu Ling had no time to make any effective defense. She was hit like a battering ram, screaming as she flew backward and crashed heavily into the solid outer wall of the magnificent palace behind her!

The immense impact even caused the walls to cave in and become covered in spiderweb-like cracks!

Then, like a ripped rag doll, she fell heavily onto the cold, wet stone slab, accompanied by a scattering of pebbles.

"puff--!"

She suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining her feathered robe and the bark mask on her face.

She struggled to raise her head, her gaze beneath the mask like a poisoned dagger, fixed and filled with resentment as she stared at the still kneeling Queen Yaoshui.

At that moment, Queen Yaoshui turned her head slightly and glanced at the disheveled witch spirit out of the corner of her eye.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with an undisguised, condescending contempt and disdain.

It was as if I were watching a wild dog that was overestimating its abilities and barking wildly.

The Demon Lord of Wuxu sat high on the owl's back, his voice like ice frozen for millennia, carrying an unquestionable final judgment:
"Witch Spirit, you lowly servant, how dare you question my decisions again!"

"Now, even those old fogies of your Mount Ling don't dare utter a single word against my decision! Do you really think you're still of any value to me?!"

"Since you are so ignorant of your place and how to behave properly, I will punish you—from this moment on, you are stripped of your position as Imperial Preceptor and given to Yao Qing as a slave! From now on, your life and death will be decided by her!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Ling was struck dumb, frozen in place for a long time, seemingly unable to comprehend the command she had just heard.

The lord he followed... not only broke his promise to kill the enemy, but also accepted the surrender of his enemy.

Now... they actually want to give her, the imperial advisor who has made great contributions to him, to her blood enemy as a slave, just like a gift?!
Such a disgrace! Such a treacherous act!

"Uhhh-!!!"

Boundless anger, humiliation, and a sense of betrayal erupted in her chest like a volcano.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes bloodshot, her once cool gaze now filled with rage as she stared intently at the Wuxu Demon Lord on the owl's back like a madwoman!

Overwhelmed with rage, he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

The last glimmer of hope and loyalty she held for her lord vanished completely with that mouthful of hot blood!

The next moment, she suddenly raised her head, facing the gloomy and oppressive sky, and let out a sharp, shrill laugh that was filled with endless resentment and madness!
"Hahaha...hahahaha...!!!"

This laughter no longer belonged to the calm and cunning Grand Tutor of the Demon Kingdom, but rather to a female ghost driven to the brink of despair, uttering her final curse against this unjust world!
The laughter echoed through the city, a city filled with despair, surrender, and betrayal, sounding particularly jarring and chilling!

(End of this chapter)