"Human friend, the Demon Race owes you a great debt for slaying Yin Shuo and Ye Hua. After this battle, all humans in the Chaotic Sea will become our blood food! Hahaha..." The Mystic Flood Dragon's voice suddenly boomed. To easily manipulate the seawater for defense and dive into the depths for escape when threatened, the Mystic Flood Dragon had been patrolling near the surface. It was currently lurking dozens of miles beneath Song Wen. Song Wen lowered his gaze, his eyes blazing with cold fury as he stared at the dragon below. Instantly, his brow shimmered, and nine translucent blades materialized, hurtling downward toward the Mystic Flood Dragon. A flicker of panic crossed the dragon's eyes. It couldn't understand why Song Wen had suddenly turned against it. In its view, Song Wen had already burned his bridges with the Human Race by killing Yin Shuo and Ye Hua. The only remaining path was for the Demon Race to cooperate and utterly crush the human army before them. With a flick of its tail, the Mystic Flood Dragon plunged into the sea. Simultaneously, its frantic voice echoed through the water: "This human is insane! Yuan Hao, Feng Ying, save me!" Though adept in the water, even at its swiftest, the Mystic Flood Dragon couldn't outpace the Focused Spirit Stab. Nine luminous blades swiftly overtook it, piercing its skull. While the Mystic Flood Dragon possessed a formidable physical body, it had neglected to cultivate its soul, leaving it significantly weaker than that of a human cultivator at the same level. The dragon howled in agony as its soul endured the torment of slow dismemberment. Its massive body writhed violently in the sea, churning the water into turbulent waves. Yet as a late-stage Fourth-Tier demon beast, the Focused Spirit Stab couldn't shatter its soul outright. Instead, it blurred the dragon's consciousness, rendering its vision hazy. Suddenly, a Corpse Puppet lunged forward, its razor-sharp claws aimed directly for the Mystic Flood Dragon's most vulnerable eyes. A sudden roar of waves erupted. A trident hurtled toward Song Wen, behind it, the phantom shadow of a ten-thousand-zhang wave flickered into existence. Yuan Hao had launched this attack on Song Wen to divert his attention, hoping to rescue the Mystic Flood Dragon, which was on the verge of defeat. "Human, what is the meaning of this?" Yuan Hao demanded. "Why attack my Demon Race?" Unfazed by Yuan Hao's assault, Song Wen replied, "It's too hideous to look at. A mere beast—I'll kill it if I please. No reason required!" As he spoke, dark clouds suddenly gathered a hundred zhang above Song Wen's head. A bolt of purple lightning tore through the clouds, striking the trident head-on. Enraged by Song Wen's words, Yuan Hao channeled even more power into his trident, intensifying its might. The lightning struck the trident with a deafening roar that shook the heavens, unleashing a violent shockwave that swept across the battlefield. At that moment, an inexplicable sense of unease rose in Song Wen's heart. This feeling was strange, not originating from his own fear, but rather from the sensation of having lost something vital. He glanced around and suddenly realized. Unbeknownst to Xing Wenyao, Zhu Yin had silently crept up behind him, a sharp sword in her hand, and thrust it toward his unguarded back. Caught completely off guard, Xing Wenyao hadn't anticipated Zhu Yin's sudden attack. Her ambush pierced through his Mana Shield. Yet his reaction was lightning-fast. The moment the sword tip broke through his skin, a vibrant green vine erupted from his Green Wooden Ruler, shooting straight for Zhu Yin's lower abdomen, aiming for her Dantian. Xing Wenyao expected Zhu Yin to instinctively withdraw her sword to defend herself, but her eyes burned with unwavering resolve. Without faltering, she pressed forward with her sword's momentum, driving the blade completely through Xing Wenyao's chest. Simultaneously, Xing Wenyao's green vine pierced Zhu Yin's Dantian. A violent surge of Spiritual Power erupted. Zhu Yin's Dantian, along with her Nascent Soul, was utterly annihilated. Her body tore in two as she plummeted toward the sea below. Xing Wenyao made no move to pursue. His chest cavity had been ravaged by Sword Qi, leaving a gruesome, gaping wound. He immediately circulated his Spiritual Power to purge the lingering Sword Qi from his body. At the same time, Zhu Yin swallowed a Healing Pill to stabilize her injuries. Xing Wenyao stared in disbelief at Zhu Yin, her life force rapidly fading. She had been so resolute, willing to sacrifice herself to take him down with her. With Xing Wenyao wounded, Yun Xu naturally broke free. He cast a complex glance at Zhu Yin's mangled remains before streaking toward the Five Elements Reversal Formation. Now that Yun Xu was free, Xuan Chengzi saw no further need to persist and also entered the formation. Song Wen, who had witnessed this horrific scene, felt his eyes burning with rage. Anger, grief, and panic surged through him, threatening to overwhelm his reason. His body transformed into a streak of light as he swiftly flew to Zhu Yin's severed halves, gathering them with his Spiritual Power. Supported by an invisible force, Zhu Yin floated weightlessly, her face as pale as paper. Her vacant eyes met Song Wen's, yet a faint smile flickered across her lips. "Th... thank you, Ji Yin... for helping me... kill Yin Shuo." Gouts of crimson blood spilled from her mouth, staining her cheeks crimson. "Your soul hasn't been damaged," Song Wen assured her. "Rest assured, I will save you." "No need..." Zhu Yin's words were cut short as an immense surge of soul power washed over her, forcibly plunging her soul into a deep slumber. Song Wen retrieved a Corpse Coffin and carefully placed Zhu Yin's severed remains inside. He turned to face Xing Wenyao, his gaze sharp and icy, like twin blades. Sensing Song Wen's murderous intent, Xing Wenyao felt as if a demon from the abyss were staring into his soul, his heart clenching with terror. However, Yuan Hao and Feng Ying had already moved to his side. Though severely wounded, Xing Wenyao no longer feared for his immediate safety. Song Wen knew this wasn't the time for revenge. Using his Spiritual Power to levitate Zhu Yin's Corpse Coffin, he turned and fled without a backward glance, disappearing into the distance. Two Corpse Puppets followed closely behind. One carried the massive corpse of a black Flood Dragon. The other held Ye Hua's body in one hand and dragged a mangled Corpse Puppet with the other. Feng Ying and Yuan Hao watched Song Wen's retreating figure until he vanished, ultimately deciding against pursuit. For now, eliminating Xuan Chengzi and the others was their priority. Song Wen fled for tens of thousands of li, finally settling on a deserted islet. After finding a cave, he set up defensive and concealment formations, then released two Shadow Gu to patrol the island's perimeter. He placed the Corpse Coffin containing Zhu Yin at the center of the cave. Instead of immediately awakening her, he retrieved Ye Hua's corpse. Follow current novᴇls on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Ye Hua's soul still lingered within the body. "Gou Jun, we have no enmity. Why did you try to kill me?" Song Wen remained unmoved. He pressed his hand to Ye Hua's skull and began a soul search. After extracting scattered fragments of memory, Song Wen, too pressed for time to assess their value, began devouring Ye Hua's soul, blood essence, and Spiritual Power. 📖Read (RDC) on Pa.treon@CinderTL - c1102. [+2] 🔑Early Access at $5. 💥Translated (6) Series, (4.1K+) Chapters, (5.8M+) Words.