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

Ninth level of Soul Emperor Realm?!

Muraki was shocked.

The scorching and domineering demonic energy suppressed him so much that he couldn't move at all!

A beautiful woman in a black and red dress, with a cold and aloof appearance and her body wreathed in demonic flames, slowly descended from the sky, looking at Muraki with disdain and contempt.

Muraki mustered all his strength to look up, almost unable to believe his eyes: "Flame Demon Lord?!"

"I knew it, you really did come," Ye Ge said with a smile. "Looks like you still don't want me to get hurt."

Yan Ji remained expressionless: "I don't care whether you live or die. I'm just afraid that after you die, you won't be able to keep your promises. Don't forget, you still owe me something."

Ye Ge was already used to her saying one thing and meaning another: "Yes, yes, yes, okay, okay."

"..."

Muraki couldn't understand.

Flame Princess, one of the four Demon Lords of the Demon Clan!

How did she end up here? And why does she seem to know Ye Ge so well?

Yan Ji's deep red eyes flashed slightly as she stared at Ye Ge, and then she released the mind-controlling spell from Ye Ge's body.

Ye Ge stretched her neck to adjust to her stiff muscles: "I'll keep my promise when we get back."

"Hmph." Yan Ji snorted lightly, then glanced indifferently at Muraki: "What should we do with this person? Capture him alive? Or kill him?"

Ye Ge crossed his arms and said, "We probably can't capture him alive, let's just kill him."

Although it was a Sun Wheel race versus a Demon race, the Sun Wheel race was two minor levels lower.

However, as a player, Muraki has been developing in this world for over three hundred years, so he should still have some trump cards up his sleeve.

Muraki already knows too many of his secrets, and Yoko himself isn't confident he can capture him alive, so it's better to just kill him to avoid any unforeseen complications.

After hearing this, Yan Ji raised her hand and grabbed, making a suppressing motion with her palm.

Scorching demonic flames erupted!

The dark red and black flames swirled around her body, quickly coalescing into solidified flame thorns that wrapped around Muraki's body.

Muraki remained kneeling on the tree trunk, gripping his katana in one hand, unable to move.

Flaming thorns coiled around his body, the flames burning his light armor and scorching his skin.

'I absolutely cannot die here...'

Muraki's eyes darkened.

The demonic curse mark on the neck began to emanate a black aura.

Soon, a sinister demonic aura enveloped his entire body, resisting the Flame Princess's demonic flames.

A tall, dark, devilish figure quickly rose from behind Muraki.

This demon was tall and had a sinister face. It was ugly and terrifying, about the height of two people. It had five horns on its inverted triangular head, and its two arms were also frighteningly long. Its fingers were long and thick, and each of its ten fingernails was sharp and long like a black blade.

The skin had a dark, blood-red color, as if it had been soaked in blood for a long time, and was covered with dense, irregular purple lines.

"what......"

Muraki grinned, a trickle of saliva escaping from his mouth, and his eyes turned completely black, as if he were possessed by a demon and had lost all reason.

His knees finally straightened slowly, and he gradually stood up.

The bronze mask on his face also gleamed slightly with a purple light, and blood-red patterns appeared on the samurai sword in his hand.

"Soul skill—soul taking!"

Behind Muraki, a dozen or so faint purple iron chains appeared, visible to the naked eye.

His dozen or so Sun Wheel Clan warriors all seemed to have lost their minds. Their eyes rolled back, revealing the whites, their mouths opened slightly, and purple veins spread rapidly across their faces. Their hearts were connected to those ethereal purple chains, as if something was being drawn from their bodies and concentrated on Muraki.

"Well......!!"

"what......!"

The life panels of the dozen or so Sun Wheel Clan warriors rapidly disappeared. Amidst a series of ghostly groans and muffled cries, all their life energy was drained and concentrated into Muraki's body.

Flame Princess raised an eyebrow: "This is..."

Yege crossed his arms and slowly said, "Every Sunwheel warrior has the Demon Clan's curse mark on their body. This curse mark is not only a restraint that controls them, but Sunwheel warriors can also gain power from the Demon curse mark. They can sell a part of their life to the Demon at any time in exchange for power."

The curse marks of the demon race have a similar effect, so it's easy for Flame Princess to understand.

In fact, the curse marks of the dark races are basically the same, because their ancestors were all ancient demons.

“However, that ‘soul extraction’ should be a unique ability of their Sunwheel Clan.” Night Song narrowed his eyes: “It should be an ability that allows them to concentrate the life energy of their subordinates into themselves at crucial moments.”

"Hiss..."

The purple iron chains on Muraki's body gradually and completely contracted into his body.

The dark energy on his body rapidly increased and gradually solidified into a physical form.

The demon behind them grew even stronger.

Yan Ji snorted coldly: "Even if the tenth-ranked demon race came in person, they would only have the right to bow down in front of demons, let alone a Sun Wheel race that has been enslaved by demons for more than a thousand years!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand again.

"Darkborn - Demon Flame Tornado!"

boom! ! !

The demonic flames surged and churned, instantly rising thousands of feet in height!

The intense heat seemed to ignite and scorch the surrounding air, creating a fiery tornado that shot straight into the sky, instantly burning the surrounding trees to the ground!

Yan Ji's eyes were icy as she stared intently at Muraki, who was shrouded in the shadow of a demon. The flames in the storm seemed to possess sentience, howling as they swept towards Muraki.

The ferocious demon behind Muraki let out a vicious roar, and its long, black arms suddenly swung forward, its ten sharp, blade-like nails slicing through the air and splitting apart part of the oncoming storm of demonic flames.

However, the demonic flames continued to surge forth, instantly filling the gap once more.

"Eighth-tier martial skill - Ghost Slayer Dimensional Slash!"

Muraki swung his katana fiercely, and the demon behind him roared, carrying endless resentment and violent power, rushing straight forward.

Ye Ge's eyes flickered slightly: "Be careful!"

A dozen eerie, ghostly figures suddenly appeared around Yan Ji.

Yan Ji glanced to her side, and as the dozen or so demonic black shadows appeared, so did the dozen or so crisscrossing dimensional sword energies!

“Crack, crack, crack—”

“Crack, crack, crack—”

"Chachachachachachacha—!!!"

The constantly flashing and intersecting extradimensional sword energy tore open the rolling wall of demonic flames.