Sikong Xuan’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his heart under his chest suddenly experienced an indescribable severe pain, as if a hand, thousands of miles away, coldly grasped his heart in its palm at that moment. His eardrums swelled and throbbed rapidly, and the blood rushing fiercely through his veins could be heard clearly in his ears. Before that hand could close and grasp, he distinctly felt his heart shatter, hot blood spilling out. Skilled in contemplating battles between armies, Sikong Xuan, for the first time before the face of absolute power, lost his ability to think. For the existence standing at the apex of this world, thinking and planning were rendered utterly meaningless in front of her. At this moment, there was only one thought in Sikong Xuan’s mind! Just a moment ago, he had been mocking the Young Lord of the Demon Clan for his cowardice, but now he experienced the same heart-pounding fear as Mi Lu. His palm swiftly reversed the flag, the patterns on the flag’s surface transforming continuously, arranging into a lineup for a substitution death. At the moment the flag changed, Sikong Xuan glanced at his army behind him, a flash of struggle passing through his eyes. Uncertain of how much determination it took, he withdrew his gaze, raised his arms, and gritted his teeth, "Central Netherworld Portal, Tranquil Mountain Solid Belly!" As his words settled, Sikong Xuan’s figure suddenly vanished from the spot, and where he had been standing, a real mountain was mysteriously transported into place. The mountain that formed wasn’t made up of energy, but was genuinely a real mountain. As the hand in the dark night closed together, the mountain silently exploded, turning into gray crushed dust. The bones of countless Demon Beasts within the mountain remained suspended over the battlefield, never falling, as if the mountain had never appeared like a dream. A thousand miles away, an ancient mountain born from a Demon Vein vanished as though deliberately moved by celestial powers. From the sky, a figure suddenly plummeted down, crashing awkwardly onto the barren, grassless land. The small flag in Sikong Xuan’s hand had long since broken into two pieces, rendered unusable. Startled into a cold sweat, he hadn’t caught his breath when a streak of sword Qi suddenly tore through the night sky, ringing out sharply. That sound seemed as though it was extremely far, yet also eerily close. Sikong Xuan’s eyes widened. When he finally saw that the familiar sword Qi came from the sword of the young warrior he had just battled, the cold sword Qi slashed across his eyes, splattering blood, and amidst a woeful cry, he covered his now destroyed eyes, blood continuously flowing from between his fingers. The fear in his heart was hardly less pressing than the moment facing the Demon Lord approaching the city. He even belatedly broke out in a cold sweat realizing his narrow escape from death. It turned out that when the young warrior was battling him, at the moment of life and death, throwing the sword to draw the flute, using the flute to command the corpse army, was just a decoy to mask his real deadly move. From the moment he threw that sword, the Ancient Sword had been silently hidden where he could never see. From then on, the outcome between the two was already determined. Originally, he had said from the beginning, he hadn’t planned to let him witness the Deceitful Dao of the Central Netherworld’s profound meanings. In the excruciating pain of his destroyed eyes, Sikong Xuan gradually regained his composure. His shoulders trembled slightly from the pain, but in the hands cupping his cheeks, a low chuckle of joy after survival slowly emerged. The young warrior concealed his sword, biding his time to act. His sword was concealed excellently, giving him no hint of where the killing intent was; had it not been for the sudden return of the Demon Lord to the city, making him sense a fatal crisis and promptly using the life-saving substitution technique prepared by Mr. Shen, what would have fallen on him tonight wouldn’t have been merely a mere Sword Qi. Tonight, Sikong Xuan returned from a great defeat, but he had to admit, in today’s battle, he had used up a lifetime of luck. The earth and sky filled with yellow sand, the Imperial City lay in ruins. The residual light from the Demon Lord reflected the outline of an Ancient Sword, coming from the depths of heavy clouds, like a racing black lightning, falling into the Imperial City, breaking through the unmoving battlefield debris and deeply embedding into the earth. On the cold sword tip, a trail of scarlet blood dripped down, silent yet solemn. The Demon Lord’s closed hands slowly opened, her gaze deep as she glanced at her palm, she raised her eyes, looking at the Manxie army on the city walls, and coldly uttered one word: "Kill!" Hidden behind her, Erhe Zangxin and the senior Prison Law Demon Generals turned into swift shadows, sweeping into the battlefield. Next, was a crushing massacre. Baili An, afflicted by the poison feather, had eyes as if scorched by fierce fire, hardly able to see, yet he could still hear the sounds of Erhe Zangxin and others joining the battlefield. But he remained uneasy about Ning Feiyan’s situation. With a step, he felt his body was extremely fatigued, his legs as heavy as if filled with lead, making each step extraordinarily difficult and unstable. He groped forward with one hand, searching for his Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword. Amidst the relentless clashing sounds around him, Baili An was uncertain of Ning Feiyan’s situation, although he knew with Ning Feiyan’s temperament, she would never allow herself to be harmed, but he couldn’t help but worry and cried out with a trembling voice, "Ning Feiyan!" His voice was almost drowned out by the chaos of battle, and Baili An did not hear Ning Feiyan’s response. His steps hastened as he reached out urgently for his sword. But the hand that reached out didn’t find the Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain Sword, instead it first touched a cool, jade-like hand. Baili An froze on the spot, just as he was about to withdraw his hand, it was firmly grasped by that hand. A hazily enchanting fragrance passed between their sleeves, like a wisp of blue smoke teasing his nose. Baili An instantly knew who it was. The Female Demon Lord’s gaze unblinkingly watched Baili An, her eyes bright, and her thin lips pressed into a red line: "Are you worried about her?" Baili An didn’t respond, and he pulled hard at the hand that grasped him, unable to break free, but perhaps he used too much force; under his struggle, his painfully injured eyes immediately streaked with crimson blood lines. The Female Demon Lord’s expression slightly changed, but she didn’t loosen her grip; on the contrary, she tightened her hold, not letting him escape, her voice cold and heavy, perhaps carrying a suppressed anger, "Ning Feiyan is fine, she’s doing well, take care of yourself before you worry about others! Do you even know what poison you’re afflicted with?" This was the first time since Baili An had entered the Demon World, he had seen her so angry. He relaxed his efforts to pull back his hand slightly, feeling a thick, greasy sensation in his palm. Baili An was silent for a moment, then gently asked, "Are you injured?" The Female Demon Lord paused, then realized her hands were covered in blood, and for some reason, seeing this, her anxious emotions momentarily overcame her anger. This time, she took the initiative to loosen his hand. Her King’s Robe, not yet changed, used the elaborate cuffs to wipe the blood off her hands, and then she carefully supported Baili An’s hand, delicately wiping the blood from his fingertips. "I’m not injured, it’s just that on the way back, I opened the Boundary Bridge, and was intercepted by a few clueless Boundary Beasts, so I casually slaughtered them. This is their blood." Baili An couldn’t understand. Even though they were already on the battlefield, why she still paid such meticulous attention to keeping her hands clean: "My hands are already stained with the blood of Manxie warriors, you needn’t mind." But what he didn’t know was that it wasn’t because she was overly fastidious about cleanliness. She just didn’t want to stain his hands anymore. The Female Demon Lord lowered her head, watching his fingers gradually turning black from the invasion of Demonic Qi, her breathing became heavier, as if she was restraining something, then bit her teeth and made a fierce statement: "Don’t think you can end our wedding by recklessly seeking death , even if you die, I will still hold onto your corpse to complete the ceremony!" Baili An didn’t know where the Demon Lord had learned this penchant for keeping corpses. He helplessly shook his head, a touch of regret in his tone: "If it weren’t for the timely arrival of the Demon Lord, the Manxie strategist would probably have died by my sword." The fierce expression on the Female Demon Lord’s face stiffened, visibly embarrassed for once, and in a fit of pique, she said: "The Gate has been sealed, do you really think he can escape from this Demon World?"