Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

Soon, under the combined offensive of the two races, the Zerg army was quickly defeated on this battlefield.

"Hehehe, Brother Shui's skills are indeed as amazing as they were back then."

Feng Shangbo slowly descended from the sky and laughed.

Shui Tianhua smiled and said modestly, "Brother Feng, you flatter me. As for your 'Thousand Wind Burial,' your control over airflow is already quite subtle. Its killing range and efficiency are far superior to when we were side by side last time."

"Oh, not at all." Feng Shangbo waved his hand, then turned around and looked at a girl behind him who had her eyes closed and was surrounded by a light blue aura: "Ling'er, how is she?"

Princess Feng Zhiling of the Wind Clan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze seemingly carrying a gentle breeze.

"Father, the entrance to the insect hive should be located about fifteen miles to the west, below a hill."

"Excellent!" Feng Shangbo's spirits lifted, his gaze sweeping over the Wind Clan soldiers who were rapidly cleaning up the battlefield and collecting valuable parts from the Zerg. "Move faster! We must find the Golden Queen Mother Zerg before the other races! If the Dragons or Demons, those powerful races, gain the upper hand, it will be disastrous!"

Wind Clan soldiers: "Yes!"

However, Shui Yuru, the holy maiden of the aquatic tribe, frowned slightly. She subconsciously raised her hand to her chest, and a lingering worry appeared on her beautiful face.

Wind Chime keenly noticed her unusual behavior and leaned closer, asking softly, "Yu Rou, what's wrong? Did you expend too much energy casting spells during the battle just now?"

Shui Yuru gently shook her head: "I don't know why, but I just feel my heart beating very fast. Ever since just now, I've felt... like there's an extremely cold and menacing aura lingering nearby, subtly watching us..."

Wind Chime paused slightly: "A malevolent aura?"

"Puchi-"

"Uhhhhhhh!!!"

"Ahh——!!"

Before she could finish speaking, a series of short and shrill screams suddenly came from the edge of the woods on the flank!

Several Wind Clan and Water Clan warriors on guard duty were struck as if by an invisible hammer. Some fell straight down from the treetops where they were hiding, while others were on patrol and staggered to the ground, clutching their necks or chests, and fell silent in an instant!

Feng Shangbo and Shui Tianhua's expressions both changed, and they turned to look: "Who?!"

“Shh...cha..."

Slow, steady, even leisurely footsteps approached from afar, treading on fallen leaves and twigs in the forest.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadow of a towering ancient tree.

The newcomer was dressed in dark attire, his face covered by a grotesque iron mask adorned with hydra patterns, revealing only a pair of cold, lifeless eyes that seemed devoid of any human emotion.

In Muraki's hand, a long, narrow black katana pointed diagonally at the ground. The blade was dull, yet it exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Just by standing there, an aura of ferocity, a mixture of blood, death, and extreme cold, spread out like an invisible domain, making the surrounding temperature seem to drop a few degrees.

Shui Tianhua looked at him and recognized him at a glance. His expression changed: "You are... the Sun Wheel Clan Martial Saint who slaughtered the entire royal family of the Sun Wheel Clan... Muraki?"

"..." Feng Shangbo frowned: "Muraki?"

His eyes flashed like lightning as he quickly scanned the shadows in the surrounding woods.

As Muraki appeared, a dozen figures, also dressed in the traditional samurai attire of the Nichirin tribe but exuding a cold and silent aura, emerged silently from behind the surrounding trees and rocks like ghosts.

Their movements were synchronized and well-trained.

A quick glance suggests that the number of people is less than fifty.

However, the aura emanating from Muraki seemed completely different from before!

The moment Shui Yuru saw Muraki, her delicate body trembled slightly involuntarily, and her face turned as pale as paper.

She finally found the source of the unease that was making her heart pound.

It's obviously Muraki right in front of us!

That terrifying, sinister aura, seemingly formed from endless bloodshed and despair, emanated from this man.

It was icy cold, penetrating right to the soul!

"..." Shui Tianhua thought to himself, "I heard Lord Yege say before that this Muraki used to be a member of the board of directors of the gene company, but later he betrayed the company and left, and his whereabouts are unknown."

Now that the war between all races has broken out, he is neither a member of the All Races Alliance nor a member of the Gene Company or the Extreme Yin Cult.

If that's the case, then why is he here?

"...Mr. Muraki, it's been a long time." Shui Tianhua said with a somber expression, "I remember you should have already left the gene company, right? Then, in this war, we shouldn't be enemies."

"But... what do you mean by ambushing us here now? Have you returned to Sima Qing's side?"

A strange, almost demonic voice came from beneath Murakami's black hydra mask: "No."

"..."

"Then...you can't have joined the Extreme Yin Cult, can you?"

"Do not."

Muraki seemed to be sparing with his words, his tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation, only as cold as still water.

"Tch, then why did you ambush our men?" Feng Shangbo's patience was exhausted by Muraki's attitude. Anger rose in his eyes, and his gaze took on a sharp edge: "You'd better give me an explanation!"

“I have no interest in your war.” Muraki finally spoke a few more words, but the content sent a chill down everyone’s spine. He slowly raised the hand holding the black katana, the tip of the blade seemingly pointing unintentionally at the ground. “I just… need to kill you.”

He paused, and a strange, inhuman light seemed to flash in the eyes beneath the holes in his mask.

"Because my 'Hydra' still needs one last bit of... 'nutrients'."

Both Feng Shangbo and Shui Tianhua's expressions changed.

"Wow——!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely ferocious and violent ancient aura suddenly surged out from behind Muraki!

The thick, almost tangible, deep purple malevolent energy surged and condensed wildly, instantly manifesting a colossal, terrifying phantom behind Muraki—

It was a giant snake with nine ferocious snake heads!

Each snake's head is as large as a house, its scales are a dark, blood-red purplish color, its vertical pupils are scarlet, and its forked tongue seems to hiss with a corrosive sound as it flicks in and out.

The enormous serpentine body coiled like a mountain; even its mere silhouette exuded an aura of oppressive power that froze the surrounding air, causing vegetation to wither and decay at a visible rate...

Feng Shangbo, Shui Tianhua, Feng Zhiling, Shui Yurou, and a group of Wind Clan and Water Clan warriors all stared wide-eyed.

Eleventh-tier Ghost God - Nine-Headed Serpent - Xiang Liu!