My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

When Yin Xue rolled out of the spatial rift, his face hit the ground first.

"Ptooey!"

She spat out the mud from her mouth and sprang up from the ground with her palm-sized body.

The first thing to do was to check if the black sword he was holding was damaged.

The black sword was intact, its eerie blue light shimmering faintly in the hazy light of the divine realm.

She breathed a sigh of relief before she had time to look around.

"This is actually a military camp?"

She was surrounded by rows of neat tents, with flags embroidered with some kind of emblem hanging between them, and the air was filled with the mixed scent of rust and the remnants of laws.

The ground beneath my feet was solid mud, and in the distance, I could hear the sound of orderly footsteps approaching.

Xilar tumbled out of another crevice, his wings instinctively spreading to cushion the fall, barely managing to maintain a half-kneeling position upon landing.

Mianmian was perched on her shoulder, her eight slender legs still tightly gripping her collar.

His dark, round eyes darted around several times before he finally snapped out of the dizziness of the teleportation.

Syllar looked up, her angelic perception already relaying all the information about her surroundings to her.

Her face was slightly pale in the white light, and her voice was kept very low.

"We landed right in the center of a military camp in the Yitu layer. I saw the city's flag in the teleportation rift just now. This is the garrison of the Noval City's defense force, not far from my home."

Before Yin Xue could reply, several demigod-level auras surrounded him from all directions.

They weren't the kind of lowly patrolmen; they were true demigods, at least five of them.

One of them even faintly touched the threshold of godhood.

Several demigods of the Protoss, dressed in dark blue standard armor, emerged from their tents, followed by a squad of soldiers wielding spears.

The leader was a demigod of the divine race with a thin face and high cheekbones.

He wore a monocle over his right eye that seemed to circulate with the laws of nature. Behind the lens, his cloudy eye swept back and forth between Yin Xue and Xilar, and a very unfriendly smile slowly spread across his lips.

"Look, a pure-blooded angel, with some kind of weird thing, and a spider. I'm in luck today."

The demigods behind him also laughed, their eyes scanning back and forth over Siral's wings, their gazes filled with the greed of someone eyeing rare items at an auction.

"Pure-blooded angels are a rare sight these days. If Lord Noval were to offer her to the divine messenger, he could probably get quite a few quotas in return."

Another demigod chimed in, his gaze fixed on the holy light pattern at the base of Siral's wings, which hadn't fully closed yet, and licked his lips.

Xilar instinctively took a half step back, his wings folding in to wrap himself up tightly.

She has very little combat experience and can barely fight an ordinary demigod by relying on instinct.

However, each of her opponents was a demigod, while she only had an angel who was not good at direct combat and a dark ink spider that was not yet an adult.

Only Yin Xue can truly be considered a combatant.

She simply couldn't figure out how to fight this battle.

She turned her head to look at Yin Xue, trying to find a trace of tension or seriousness on the little devil's face, but the expression she saw stunned her.

Yin Xue is laughing.

It's the Demon King's signature smile, full of wickedness and eagerness.

She hoisted the black sword from her bosom onto her shoulder.

The black sword was longer than her whole body, but she carried it steadily on her shoulder.

The eerie blue light emanating from the sword intertwined with the blood magic flames flowing around her, like two flames that had been testing each other and finally found a reason to burn together.

"It's clearly mine, but Lin Mo usually won't let me play with it."

Yin Xue's voice carried an undisguised excitement as he lightly flicked the hilt of the black sword with his finger, causing the blade to emit a clear, melodious hum.

"Now is the perfect time to give it a try."

Before he finished speaking, Yin Xue's figure suddenly rose higher.

She transformed into her rarely used mature and sophisticated form.

The tiny creature, no bigger than a palm, instantly transformed into a tall, red-haired mature woman. Her leather jacket accentuated her sharp curves, and the blood magic flames around her seemed to flow across her skin like living things.

Her hand gripped the hilt of the black sword.

The black sword emitted a long, unprecedented hum in her hand—a hum of excitement.

The eerie blue soul light on the sword and the blood magic flames in Yin Xue's palm collided violently at the hilt, and then began to merge.

It's not a simple layering; it's blood magic flowing from the hilt into the blade and then bursting out from the tip.

Streaks of dark red and deep blue sword light were drawn through the air.

Mianmian leaped off Xilar's shoulder, her body suddenly expanding in mid-air, transforming from a palm-sized spider into a giant spider tens of meters tall.

Eight jet-black spider legs landed in the center of the military camp like eight battering rams, kicking up a cloud of dust.

She opened her large mouth, filled with sharp teeth, and let out a deafening roar at the demigods.

The expressions on the faces of those demigods finally changed.

The first to react was the demigod of the Protoss wearing a monocle, who abruptly drew his standard longsword from his waist.

The runes of law on the sword lit up rapidly, and a sharp voice rang out: "Form ranks! Surround them! Don't let them..."

Before he could finish giving his order, Yin Xue had already appeared in front of him.

It's not teleportation, it's pure speed.

Blood magic exploded beneath her feet, unleashing a dark red shockwave that propelled her like a cannonball towards the enemy.

The black sword traced an extremely eerie arc in her hand, not the simple, almost cold severance of Lin Mo's sword, but a unique blend of the unpredictability of blood magic and the sharpness of the laws of slaughter.

Each sword mark lingered in the air, forming a flowing, blood-red sword net that blocked all escape routes for the monocle-eyed demigod.

Then the sword net suddenly tightened, tearing his body and his standard armor to shreds.

Xilar stood there, stunned.

She had seen Lin Mo use the black sword; it was concise, efficient, and could kill with a single strike.

Each sword strike was so precise it was as if it had been measured with a ruler.

But Yin Xue's use of the black sword is a completely different style.

Violent, unpredictable, and filled with murderous intent, blood magic and the laws of slaughter intertwined, blood light shooting into the sky wherever the sword passed, each swing of the sword was like a small-scale blood sacrifice.

Even more terrifying is that if there is even the slightest wound, the Blood Law will drain the opponent's blood dry.

This is not Lin Mo's black sword, this is Yin Xue's black sword.

There is no superiority or inferiority between the two; there is only one fact.

Black Sword acknowledges Yin Xue.

Perhaps it's because their souls are connected, or perhaps it's because they spend so much time together.

In short, Yin Xue seems to be more comfortable using the black sword.