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

Then, Wang En took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing.

A rustling sound echoed in my mind, and it grew louder and louder.

That was clearly the voice of Li Liao, a ninth-tier ghost god.

His face is now half Wang En and half Li Liao, and the half of his face that belongs to Li Liao, which looks like a monster, is obviously gradually devouring the other half that belongs to Wang En.

The monster's voice seemed to be right next to his ears, constantly eroding his spirit.

Ultimately, it was a ghost-god level undead creature. Even though Wang En was at the Heavenly Revelation Realm, he couldn't control it with his own power alone.

Wang En struggled to maintain his composure, silently chanting incantations and using his ghost-controlling technique to suppress it.

A crimson "chestnut" character appeared on his neck! The script was clearly that of the demon race, and as Chestnut Fang struggled, the "chestnut" character emitted a ghostly red light, from which wisps of necromantic energy crawled out.

"Hurry...hurry! Help me!..." Wang En gritted his teeth, his face showing an expression of unbearable pain.

Upon hearing this, the old master teleported to Wang En's side and calmly and slowly affixed a talisman to the character "栗" (chestnut).

The talisman quickly melted, turning into a rune matrix that was imprinted on his neck, temporarily suppressing the power of the character "栗" and the Li Liao.

Wang En finally came to his senses.

The voice of Kuri Ryo in my mind gradually disappeared.

“This monster’s will is even more ferocious than I imagined.” Wang En said in a deep voice, “Are you sure this power of the contract can suppress it? I feel that my power is about to be unable to restrain this guy.”

The old monk gave a forced smile and said, "Don't worry, sir, I know what I'm doing."

Wang En nodded slightly.

He still believed in the old master's abilities.

They have been preparing for over a decade to control the power of the Chestnut Demon.

“Relying on Li Liao’s demonic power, I have summoned an army of 500,000 undead.”

Wang En narrowed his eyes: "After Nicholas helps me conquer the Southern Territory, let me give him a big surprise."

"Swish—swish—!"

The sound of two sword blades slicing through the air, cutting through flesh.

"Hmm?" Wang En's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to look.

A figure clad in swordsman's armor, covered in blood, and wielding a longsword slowly approached.

He killed two undead warriors, who fell to the ground and turned to dust.

Bai Jian's eyes were as cold as ice.

His helmet was nowhere to be found, and his white hair, stained red with blood, was tied into a ponytail and hung down behind his head.

The Ling Sha longsword in his hand was shrouded in a dense aura of the dead, which lingered for a long time.

Clearly, he had killed countless undead creatures along the way!

Bai Jian did not come alone.

Then, more than thirty figures flashed out.

It was Bai Qing, Duan Ye, Lei He, Wang Meng, and their group.

They were all his direct subordinates.

Everyone was fully armed with armor and weapons, surrounding them from all sides.

"Is it you?" Wang En raised one eyebrow.

He had just used all his soul power to suppress Li Liao.

They didn't even notice that Bai Jian and his group were approaching the mountain.

Bai Jian stared coldly at Wang En without saying a word.

Although his face remained expressionless, his heart was filled with complex emotions.

After all, the person in front of him was like a foster father to him, raising him up and the person he had always admired the most.

"Hehe, Bai Jian, it seems you are more resilient than I thought, actually managing to temporarily control the demonic power of the enhanced Dark Blood."

Wang En said leisurely, "So, you must have received help from the Ye family, right?"

Bai Jian remained silent.

Wang En glanced at Bai Qing, Duan Ye, and the others behind him, and said disdainfully, "What, you and your men have traveled thousands of miles to chase after me, are you trying to kill me?"

“...I want to ask you a question.” Bai Jian raised the Ling Sha sword and pointed it at him.

Wang En: "What's the problem?"

"Those warriors who came out of the suicide squad with me before," Bai Jian said grimly, "were they all sacrificed to the gods in exchange for spatial divine power?!"

Wang En raised an eyebrow, surprised that Bai Jian would ask such a question.

Looking at Bai Jian's angry expression, he said casually, "Oh, so you've already seen that."

"Since you've already guessed it... then I'm not going to lie to you."

"Yes. So what?"

Wang En looked disdainful.

Bai Jian's eyes widened, and an inexplicable rage suddenly welled up in his heart!

Duan Ye, Wang Meng, and the others were also stunned.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be like this!

No wonder the undead warriors I encountered in the old mage's laboratory in White City were all wearing old-style armor from White City!

In fact, before this, there were far more than just thirty or so of these suicide warriors.

There were originally more than 500 of them who graduated from the suicide squad!

However, due to the various wars along the defense line of the myriad tribes over the past century, Wang En frequently sent these warriors to the Great Wall border to carry out missions, resulting in the sacrifice of many.

In the end, only Duan Ye and his group of about thirty people remained...

"So, they weren't actually sent to the Great Wall border to defend against all the tribes?"

Bai Jian's eyes reddened: "But you used them all as living sacrifices!?"

Wang En revealed a look of relief mixed with a hint of mockery: "It seems you've finally started to get smart... That's right, but they were originally assassins, my assassins. Their lives belonged to me from the very beginning, so what difference does it make whether they die on the battlefield or at the altar?"

boom!

Bai Jian suddenly unleashed his soul power at the peak of the Asura Realm!

A powerful aura of soul energy swirled around his body, creating a terrifying flow of energy.

At the same time, a large amount of demonic energy surged out!

Bai Jian's eyes turned a demonic deep purple, clearly because anger accelerated his demonic transformation.

With a demonic roar, the longsword slashed horizontally towards him!

Wang En stood there expressionless.

Bai Jian leaped high into the air and unleashed a powerful sword strike!

Wang En raised his right arm, which was transformed from a monstrous chestnut demon, and conjured a solid crimson soul power barrier in front of him, blocking the sword strike.

Suddenly, the thick black hair on that arm trembled and spread out, revealing dozens of scarlet vertical pupils hidden beneath the black hair!

Those scarlet vertical pupils covered the entire monster's arm, densely packed with almost no gaps, which was terrifying!

Bai Jian, in his demonic state, also had his pupils shrink upon seeing this scene.

The dozens of scarlet vertical pupils emitted a piercing "ha" sound, and thin tentacles even extended from each of those eerie pupils, wrapping around his Ling Sha Sword.