Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Now that the Demon Lord has arrived, Ye Yuchan is only at the peak of the Void Realm, and is certainly no match for a Saint.

In other words...

Anyone in the entire Ranshan Sect who dares to disobey him will not be spared!

Upon seeing the Demon Lord's arrival, the remaining members of the Demon Dynasty, including Li Linsa, all stood beside Jin He—they did not want to be mistakenly killed.

After all those who had submitted to the Demon Dynasty had stood still, the young man took a step forward.

With just one step, a chilling aura swirled, and demonic energy surged to the heavens. Endless darkness and demonic energy surrounded the youth.

He's about to start devouring the entire Ranshan Sect.

"!!!"

Suddenly, waves of demonic energy appeared on the nine peaks surrounding the Ranshan Sect, rising rapidly. At first, they were only gathering at the bottom of the mountains, but as time went by, they were slowly moving towards the top of the peaks.

Ye Yuchan trembled, having roughly anticipated what was about to happen; she already understood what the young man was going to do.

Right now, she has no other choice.

"Wait a minute!!"

A cold, clear voice suddenly entered the young man's ears.

The young man, who originally didn't want to pay any attention to the ants, was drawn to Ye Yuchan in front of him.

Peak Void Realm...that's not bad.

He narrowed his eyes, but continued to gather demonic energy in his hands, while looking at Ye Yuchan with great interest.

"What? You didn't leave any last words?"

"It can't really be considered a last will and testament."

Ye Yuchan stared coldly at the young man, her right hand holding the bow in front of her, while her left hand quietly went behind her back.

She began to form a hand seal with one hand, her spiritual energy slowly and carefully flowing into her palm.

At this moment, Ye Yuchan displayed remarkably profound acting skills—

She first raised an eyebrow, looking at the young man with a strange expression: "Are you one of the sixteen Demon Lords of the Demon Dynasty?"

"Judging from this coffin, you must be the Corpse Demon Lord - Zhou Yi."

Upon hearing this, the young man showed a hint of curiosity: "It is indeed the original."

"What? Seeing my arrival, you've become afraid and want to surrender to my Demon Dynasty to save your life?"

indeed.

Under such circumstances, those who have cultivated to the Void Realm like Ye Yuchan are often reluctant to give up their hard-earned cultivation. Moreover, under the threat of death, how many people can remain calm and die peacefully?

Zhou Yi had seen many people who were determined to surrender to the Demon Dynasty before they died. Some of these people did manage to save their lives, while others were killed so badly that not even their souls were left.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yi was the one inclined to kill.

After all, he believed that if a living person betrayed him once, they might betray him a second time, but the dead would not. Once a living person was refined into a blood spirit, they would be loyal to him forever.

Of course.

This time, Zhou Yi misjudged Ye Yuchan's intentions.

The silver-haired girl snorted disdainfully, continuing to condense her magic incantation while saying with a smile, "Don't misunderstand, I have absolutely no interest in your Demon Dynasty."

"On the contrary—"

At this point, Ye Yuchan paused, chuckled softly, and a hint of sharp hostility flashed in her eyes.

"I also want to warn you, don't underestimate the Ranshan Sect."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing Ye Yuchan's words, Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement appearing on his scholarly face: "According to your logic, this small Ranshan Sect is hiding a powerful figure I don't know about?"

"Yes."

When she uttered those two words, Ye Yuchan remained expressionless and calm, as if she were telling the truth.

Not only that, she added a few more sentences.

"That powerful being has only just made his move. He is just waiting for my command, and he will soar into the sky, clad in golden armor, and arrive here on auspicious seven-colored clouds. You are only a saint, and in his eyes you are nothing but an ant."

"With a single palm strike, he could disperse the dark clouds covering the sky; with a single kick, he could pierce through mountains. The three thousand Great Daos could not bind him; in this world, there was no one who could rival him."

These words were spoken so loudly and exaggeratedly—

In fact, she was just stalling for time.

By using words to distract the other party, and if she could persist for another two or three minutes, her teleportation array would be completed. Although she wouldn't be able to save everyone, she could at least send Xun Ranqing, Ding Bo, the other seriously injured elders, and a small number of Ranshan Sect disciples away, thus preventing the Ranshan Sect from being destroyed.

As for that so-called big shot, she made that up entirely.

Although it was based on the image of a certain old rogue...

Upon hearing Ye Yuchan's words, Zhou Yi was stunned for a few seconds.

Not only him, but also Jin He and others, as well as Xun Ranqing and Ding Bo, were stunned.

Because anyone could probably tell that Ye Yuchan was talking nonsense and stalling for time.

Only one person—Ding Bo—looked at Ye Yuchan with a strange gaze, but no one paid attention to Ding Bo's reaction at the moment.

After a few seconds of silence.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Suddenly, Zhou Yi burst into laughter.

He reacted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

As if worried that something unexpected might happen, Jin He quickly advised, "Demon Lord, this person is just talking nonsense to buy time. There's no need to pay attention to him."

"I know... but I just find it funny."

Zhou Yi's smile slowly faded, and she looked at Ye Yuchan with an expression as if she were an idiot: "I say, little girl, do you really think..."

"Can't I see the magic array forming behind you?"

"what?!"

Ye Yuchan was startled upon hearing this. In the next instant, a wisp of demonic energy surged forth, instantly gripping Ye Yuchan's hands tightly and cutting off her spiritual energy output.

The formation, which was almost complete, suddenly disappeared due to the loss of spiritual energy.

Ye Yuchan's face turned pale instantly. She tried to break free from the shackles of the demonic energy, but her cultivation level was no match for the demonic energy that had evolved from the aura of the demonic path.

With a cold smile, Zhou Yi's palm was overflowing with demonic energy—the demonic energy of the Nine Peaks had already climbed to the mountaintop, preparing to surge up from the nine peaks surrounding the Ranran Mountain Sect and then completely engulf and devour it.

He stared at Ye Yuchan and said with a smile, "You still underestimate me. Trying to be clever and making up lies... is useless."

Ye Yuchan stared intently at Zhou Yi, now completely helpless, like a fish on a chopping board: "You..."

Just as she was about to say something to buy time to think of a solution—

Ding Bo suddenly struggled to his feet.

He used weathered words to deny Zhou Yi's claims.

"No—the Wrinkled Demon Lord...she wasn't lying."

With that one sentence, everyone's eyes fell on Uncle Ding.

Jin He sneered as he stared at the battered and bruised Ding Bo, and said with a laugh, "Now that things have come to this, do you still want to spout nonsense about being an invincible powerhouse to deceive the Demon Dynasty?"

"It's not a scam."

Uncle Ding clutched his chest, his hopeful gaze fixed on the Crimson Flame Thousand Lines Formation.

There, a human figure hangs suspended.

An ordinary-looking figure.

He smiled.

"You're right, aren't you?"

"Uncle Yun".

……

Within the Four Flames Thousand Lines Array.

An ordinary young man suddenly sighed.

In the next second—

puff!

Suddenly, Li Linsa coughed up a large amount of blood. As if she had been seriously injured out of nowhere, she abruptly knelt down on the ground.

Jin He stared blankly at Li Junxiao, and asked in confusion, "What's going on? Grandfather Li?"

Li Linsa knelt on the ground, supporting his weak body with his hands. He suddenly raised his head, not rushing to answer Jin He's question, but looking at the ninth-order formation he had personally constructed with an expression of disbelief... the Four Flames Thousand Lines Formation.

"An array...an array...how is this possible? How is this possible?!"

Li Lin shook his head frantically, trying to deny everything before him.

Because it was too incredible, too terrifying, too frightening!

Jin He hurriedly grabbed Li Linsa by the collar, extremely anxious: "What happened?! What happened to the formation?"

"The Four Flames Thousand Threads Formation is used to absorb the spiritual energy of cultivators within the formation to strengthen itself. It will continuously grow stronger and more solid... The more the cultivators inside struggle, the more spiritual energy the Four Flames Thousand Threads Formation will absorb, and the more... it will become."

"But now..."

Li Linsa's expression was as if he had seen a ghost; his eyes were filled with horror, and every part of his body was trembling.

Trembling with fear.

What came out of her mouth were words that completely defied common sense—

"The spiritual energy absorbed by the Four Flames Thousand Threads Array... is too much..."

Jin He frowned deeply: "Too many? Impossible... The Four Flames Thousand Threads Formation is a formation capable of absorbing all the spiritual energy of a half-immortal, how could this be..."

"Too many, too many. It's already surpassed the level of a demigod, and it's still rising..."