These black feathers floated out and, upon touching those of the Demon Race, seemed to be divinely guided as they merged into their bodies. As the black feathers integrated with them, the injured demons began to recover.

The Demon Race Leader stared at the black-winged figure before him, utterly astonished. "Lord Demon Emperor?!"

Indeed! The newcomer was the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race, a true pinnacle entity of the Tribulation Realm, just half a step away from joining the ranks of Immortals. Perhaps he needed only one more step to ascend.

Xu Nian's expression also flickered slightly as he looked at the middle-aged man who had blocked his Serious Punch. The black wings slowly fluttered. They weren't a single, unified structure but were instead composed of sixteen individual wings merged into one.

Sixteen wings?! Holy shit, has a Fallen Angel appeared now?

Xu Nian looked incredulously at those wings, even counting them specifically.

Indeed! It was a Fallen Angel with sixteen wings, and a male one at that!

The Demon Emperor looked at Xu Nian and said softly, "Our Demon Race has already lost this battle. Why must you seek to eradicate us completely? Hasn't our race already paid the price for the matters concerning the Southern Continent?"

His words were quite gentle, like a senior earnestly advising a junior. Even Xu Nian found it difficult to muster any anger for a moment. After hesitating a bit, Xu Nian reigned in his aura and withdrew his fist.

"Since the Demon Emperor himself has intervened, I suppose my Profound Yellow Sect should show some respect."

Xu Nian stood calmly before the Demon Emperor, his tone neither servile nor overbearing. Empowered by the Eight Gates Escape Armor, he was confident in fighting the Demon Emperor. The outcome, however, was uncertain. But he knew very well that this Demon Emperor was not as simple as he appeared. The ease with which his punch had been caught earlier said it all.

"Your Profound Yellow Sect slaughtered so many of our Demon Race in the Eastern Region, avenging the Human Race there," the Demon Emperor continued softly. "Let the deaths of the demons here serve as retribution for the humans of the Southern Continent. We will consider this matter settled. What do you think?"

The Demon Race Leader behind him wanted to say something, but looking at Xu Nian, who had been relentlessly pursuing them, he swallowed his words.

Too strong to fight! Better to endure!

"Alright!" Xu Nian, knowing when to quit while ahead, nodded in agreement. Then, he turned and flew towards the dam, his hands clasped behind his back.

The gamers at the dam were already dumbfounded, completely at a loss for words.

"So, the Demon Race's Royal Family are just a bunch of winged birdmen?"

"Can't you watch your mouth? That's a Fallen Angel! What's all this 'birdman' nonsense? We're all civilized people; can't you use a more refined term?"

"Fallen Angel? Isn't that still a birdman?"

"Wait, doesn't Old Mo believe in Fallen Angels? This Demon Emperor is male, so couldn't the Little Demon Princess that Dung Beetle and his group were after also turn into something like this? Is Old Mo about to find his faith?"

"..."

Xu Nian flew back to the dam, glanced at the bare-bodied Turtle Chancellor beside him, and said sternly, "Doesn't your Dragon King intend to make a move?"

Make a move? Are you kidding? He nearly wiped out the entire Demon Race by himself! Who from our Sea Race would dare challenge him?

The Turtle Chancellor hurriedly explained, "You must be joking, Your Excellency. Our Sea Race was merely tricked by the Demon Race into coming here; it wasn't our own initiative. Lord Dragon King naturally wouldn't make a move."

"I'd actually prefer if he did," Xu Nian stated calmly. "Without their so-called king, the Sea Race might finally know peace, wouldn't they?"

These words nearly drove the Turtle Chancellor to despair.

For the Human Race, perhaps a Sea Race without a king means peace. But for us in the Sea Race, a Sea Race without a king to preside over them would mean an era of constant internal strife! It could very well spell utter ruin for the Sea Race!

The Turtle Chancellor gave a dry laugh, not daring to say another word, and just stood there quietly on the dam, watching.

"Go back and tell your Dragon King that if he dares cross this dam again, I'll personally flay that Snake Skin off him!" Xu Nian spoke indifferently. "It's one thing for him to play Dragon King among the Sea Race, but he'd better drop the act in front of us, or I'll tear out his Dragon Horns too!"

"Yes, yes, I'll deliver the message." The Turtle Chancellor nodded repeatedly, then transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the other kings of the Sea Race.

Above the sea surface, the Sea Race's army also began to retreat. Shameless Snake looked back towards the dam, a sinister gleam flashing in his eyes. Just now, the Turtle Chancellor had passed on the message: this human was threatening and provoking him, the 'Dragon King' of the Sea Race.

If the Demon Emperor could easily block his punch, then perhaps I could too! This human will be a significant problem for the Sea Race in the future; I must find an opportunity to eliminate this threat permanently!

After the Sea Race departed, the demons of the Demon Race also gathered. Thanks to the Demon Emperor's intervention, the Demon Race's army was spared annihilation, and all the demons were immensely grateful.

"Lord Demon Emperor, that human cultivator..." the Demon Race Leader began softly.

"Enough," the Demon Emperor interrupted. "Taking the Eastern Region already pushed the Human Race's limits. Though the Central Domain wouldn't interfere much, if we were to strike at the Southern Continent again, the Human Race from the Northern Wilderness would undoubtedly take action." He then looked at the azure figure on the dam and added solemnly, "That human is very strong, and I, this Emperor, sense that he has not yet used his full strength. If he were to go all out, even I would likely be unable to save you!"

Upon hearing this, the various Demon Race leaders were terrified.

And he *still* hasn't used his full strength after all that? That human is merely at the Void Refining Realm, yet he has the power to rival those at the Tribulation Realm; does he actually have the ability to slay Tribulation Realm experts?

Damn it, we've been completely screwed over by the Soul Race this time! If the Soul Race had investigated everything thoroughly beforehand, our Demon Race wouldn't have suffered such devastating losses.

With the Flame Demon Race and Tree Demon Race wiped out, the entire Demon Race has suffered a grievous blow to its vitality, nearly annihilated by a single person. It will likely take us hundreds of years of recuperation in the Eastern Region just to recover!

The Human Race of the Northern Wilderness is truly terrifying! All that talk about the Central Domain being the foremost territory of the Human Race is utter bullshit; clearly, the Northern Wilderness is the true number one!

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