Wu Long abruptly stopped speaking when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He lifted his hand slightly—a silent signal for Zhu Feng to remain quiet.“Is there a problem, Commander?” one of the guards asked, his tone cautious yet respectful.Zhu Feng frowned, confused. He had not known that the one speaking to him was now the new Commander of the Demon Race. The last he had heard, that position still belonged to Tan Hui.“There’s no issue, soldier,” Wu Long replied calmly. “I’m only verifying whether this truly is the real Zhu Feng. According to His Majesty’s command, I must bring him before the Emperor. You and the others will escort me.”“As you command, Lord Commander.”“Then open the cell.”Wu Long pressed the pentagonal seal against the wall. Instantly, the bars—formed from Emperor Guo Yin’s dark energy—dissolved into a shimmer of fading light. He gave Zhu Feng a subtle glance, a quick wink that meant, play

Luo Han could hardly comprehend what had just happened. One moment he was launching a strike, and the next, a crushing force had landed squarely on his chest — a blow he hadn’t even seen coming. His breath caught, and a faint ache rippled through his ribs. The shock of that unseen attack made him hesitate, yet pride pushed him to ready his stance again. He was about to leap forward when Mao Tung’s sharp voice broke through the tension.“Enough!”In the blink of an eye, Mao Tung appeared between them, his presence radiating silent authority.“You’re fortunate, Luo Han. Li Jie only used a fraction of his strength. If he hadn’t held back, you would already be dead.”Luo Han swallowed hard and bowed his head slightly. Deep inside, he knew the truth — the young man’s power was leagues beyond his own. Around them, members of the Fighting-Demon tribe murmured in astonishment. None had expected a human, of all beings, to display such overwhelming strength. Without a doubt, Li Jie’s earlier wo

In a secluded chamber of the great house, Zhu Feng, Mao Tung, and Xiao Chen sat side by side. Nearby were Luo Han, Wu Long, and not least Li Jie and Jian Ying. The atmosphere was thick with concentration; each face bore the strain of planning something dangerous and decisive. They spoke in low tones about the assault they were preparing to launch in the near future, exchanging ideas and weighing risks as if every word might tip the balance between triumph and disaster.Zhu Feng watched Li Jie and Xiao Chen with a quiet admiration. He marveled at the way those two could persuade Mao Tung to commit to a plan that would topple Guo Yin’s rule. Even now, Zhu Feng felt the gravity of their choice: they were selecting a human leader to spearhead an attack against the King Guo Yin’s forces — a responsibility that could not be taken lightly.“Li Jie,” Zhu Feng asked, leaning forward, “when do you think would be the right moment to strike?”Li Jie shrugged, a youth’s impatience tempered by caut

With a calm expression, Li Jie continued his steady stride through the vast complex of the Celestial Palace. His destination was the Grand Hall—the very heart of governance in any empire, including the exalted realm of the heavens.“So, they really are preparing for war,” he thought silently. Li Jie stopped not far from the hall and observed the bustling movement of demon soldiers marching in formation.Just as he was about to move closer, he suddenly sensed an overwhelming surge of energy rushing toward the same direction. His sharp eyes swept the surroundings, searching for the source of that tremendous power—but no one appeared in sight.Then, a streak of crimson light cut through the air and landed in front of the Grand Hall with tremendous force. Even from his distant vantage point, Li Jie recognized immediately who it was.His heart sank. The Grandmaster.The elderly man who had just arrived seemed unaware of Li Jie’s hidden presence nearby. The Grandmaster walked straight towar

Zhu Feng smiled warmly at the young man standing before him. “At this moment, Li Jie, I can see two figures destined to take the place of your late wife. But I will not reveal who among them will become your companion in the future. Perhaps it will be one of them—or maybe both. Each possesses their own strengths and weaknesses.” “I understand, Uncle,” Li Jie replied respectfully. “If that’s the case, I’ll take my leave now to prepare our troops!” Zhu Feng nodded with calm authority. “Go. The fate of the universe rests upon your shoulders, Li Jie.” Li Jie gave a firm nod, then turned and strode out of the chamber. Just as he stepped outside, his lips curved into a faint smile when he saw Mao Tung and Xiao Chen approaching from the courtyard. “Where have you been, Li Jie?” Mao Tung called out. “Xiao Chen and I have been looking all over for you!” Li Jie furrowed his brows. “I just