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Thick black fog surged out of the Demon Palace like a tide, turning the once clear sky into a gloomy one.

The righteous army, with its banners fluttering, completely surrounded the demon palace, and a chilling atmosphere filled the air.

Some of the young disciples of the Demon Palace looked at the dark mass of people and their legs began to tremble, their hands gripping their weapons sweating.

Dai Yao stood atop the towering city wall, her black clothes fluttering in the wind, like a cold, austere sculpture.

She knew the battle would be difficult, but she would never back down.

Her dark eyes seemed to see through everything as she calmly observed the movements of the righteous army in the distance.

"Yao'er, are you really sure?" Elder Moyu walked to Dai Yao's side, his tone tinged with worry.

Ever since Dai Yao displayed that eerie black flame, he had been impressed by this young woman, but he also felt a vague unease.

Dai Yao smiled confidently: "Elder, rest assured, since I dared to send them here, I will definitely find a way to make sure they don't return." She opened her palm, and a wisp of black energy swirled in her hand. "I already know their attack route by heart."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the righteous army launched its attack.

Countless sword lights ripped through the sky, pouring down like a meteor shower.

Some of the Demon Palace disciples panicked and fled in all directions.

"Hold on!" Dai Yao shouted sharply, her voice booming like thunder in everyone's ears. "Adhere to the formation I arranged earlier and engage the enemy!"

Upon hearing Dai Yao's voice, the disciples of the Demon Palace seemed to have found their pillar of support, and they all calmed down and formed a defensive formation according to Dai Yao's instructions.

Then, streaks of black light rose up, enveloping the Demon Palace.

The sword light struck the light barrier, producing a deafening roar, but it couldn't budge the barrier in the slightest.

The righteous faction's first attack was thus thwarted by the Demon Palace. The Demon Palace disciples on the city wall were immediately invigorated and erupted in thunderous cheers.

Dai Yao glanced at the slightly flustered formation of the righteous army in the distance, a cold smile appearing on her lips.

But she knew this was just the beginning.

The righteous faction will not give up easily; they will definitely send out even stronger forces.

Sure enough, a moment later, an elite force clad in golden armor slowly emerged from the main army.

Their aura was significantly stronger than that of ordinary disciples, clearly indicating that they were the elite forces of the righteous sect.

Dai Yao's gaze sharpened as she felt a powerful sense of oppression.

She clenched her fist and whispered, "It seems the real show is just beginning..." She turned to look at the small group of Demon Palace disciples behind her, a sharp glint in her eyes, "Follow me!"

The appearance of the golden-armored troops was like a sharp dagger piercing through the Demon Palace's defenses.

Their coordinated attacks were fierce and powerful, causing cracks to appear in the Demon Palace's defensive light barrier, which began to crumble.

Some of the Demon Palace disciples were intimidated by the powerful aura of the golden-armored troops, and fear showed in their eyes.

“It’s our turn.” Dai Yao’s lips curled into a cold smile. She led the carefully selected Demon Palace squad behind her, appearing like ghosts from the side and directly attacking the flank of the Golden Armor Army.

This team was carefully selected by Dai Yao; each member possesses unique skills and works in perfect harmony.

They were like black blades, instantly tearing apart the golden-armored troops' formation.

Caught off guard, the golden-armored troops were thrown into chaos, and their previously orderly attack collapsed instantly.

The two sides engaged in a fierce melee.

The flash of swords and shadows, the shouts of killing shook the sky.

Dai Yao, wielding a black longsword, moved freely through the crowd.

Her movements were unpredictable, her moves were cunning, and every strike she made carried a sharp killing intent.

A golden light suddenly flashed, and a middle-aged man dressed in a golden robe appeared in front of Dai Yao.

He held a golden longsword, its aura intimidating, clearly indicating he was a master among the righteous sects.

"Demon palace witch, today is your death day!" The man in the golden robe roared, and the long sword in his hand transformed into a golden dragon, rushing straight towards Dai Yao.

Dai Yao dared not take the attack head-on. She dodged the golden dragon's attack with a swift movement. She lightly touched the ground with her toes and landed gracefully on a nearby boulder, as light as a swallow.

"You've got quite the nerve, let's see if you have the ability," Dai Yao sneered.

Seeing that his first attack had missed, the man in the golden robe roared and swung his sword at the enemy again.

While dodging the attacks from the man in the golden robe, Dai Yao looked for an opportunity to counterattack.

She skillfully used the surrounding terrain and traps to thwart the golden-robed man's attacks.

The surrounding members of the Demon Palace and the righteous soldiers were all drawn to the battle, marveling at Dai Yao's strength and wisdom.

"This demoness from the Demon Palace is incredibly powerful!"

"Truly a standout among the younger generation of the Demon Palace!"

Dai Yao and the man in the golden robe fought for dozens of rounds, but neither could gain the upper hand.

She seized an opportunity, her body suddenly accelerating as she rushed towards the man in the golden robe like a black lightning bolt.

Caught off guard, the man in the golden robe was stabbed in the shoulder by Dai Yao's sword. He let out a scream and staggered backward.

Dai Yao pressed her advantage, her long sword transforming into a black whirlwind that enveloped the man in the golden robe.

The man in the golden robe fought desperately, but ultimately could not withstand Dai Yao's fierce attacks. His longsword was knocked from his hand, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Dai Yao pressed her longsword against the golden-robed man's throat, her eyes icy: "You've lost."

The man in the golden robe was pale, his eyes filled with resentment.

Just as Dai Yao was about to finish off the man in the golden robe, she suddenly sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching.

She looked up and saw a black figure flying rapidly in the distance.

"Not good!" Dai Yao thought to herself. She sheathed her sword and turned to run.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!" The black-clad figure sneered, accelerating once more as it chased after Dai Yao... "Elder Mo Yu, what are you doing..."

Elder Mo Yu landed, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, sweeping over the disheveled man in golden robes before landing on Dai Yao, his tone stern: "Why didn't you kill him?"

Dai Yao feigned fear and bowed her head slightly: "Elder, please forgive me, I was momentarily soft-hearted..."

"Woman's compassion!" Elder Mo Yu sneered, about to finish off the golden-robed man, when he saw Dai Yao's lips curl into a sly smile as she loudly proclaimed, "Welcome, Elder! This disciple has been waiting here for quite some time!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a deafening battle cry erupted from behind the righteous faction.

Then another force from the Demon Palace surged out like a black tide, completely cutting off the righteous army's retreat.

The righteous leader, a man in a golden robe, suddenly changed his expression, realizing he had been ambushed.

It turned out that Dai Yao had anticipated Elder Mo Yu's arrival to provide support, so she deliberately feigned weakness to lure the enemy deeper into her territory, all in order to coordinate with Elder Mo Yu for a pincer attack.

The righteous army was attacked from both sides, and its morale was low.

Dai Yao seized the opportunity and led the Demon Palace members to launch a fierce attack.

She led from the front, her black longsword reaping the lives of her enemies like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Her moves were ruthless and merciless, each sword strike carrying a sharp killing intent.

"Kill! To vindicate the Demon Palace!" Dai Yao's shouts echoed across the entire battlefield, greatly boosting the morale of the Demon Palace members, who charged towards the enemy like tigers descending a mountain.

The righteous army, attacked from both sides, suffered a series of defeats. Seeing that all was lost, the man in the golden robe despaired and ultimately died in the chaos of battle.

This siege ended in a complete victory for the Demon Palace. The Demon Palace's fame spread far and wide, intimidating all directions.

Dai Yao, as a key figure in this victory, became a hero of the Demon Palace.

The members of the Demon Palace held her in high esteem, and her status within the Demon Palace reached an unprecedented height.

Even the usually stern Elder Moyu looked at Dai Yao with more appreciation in his eyes.

Back at the Demon Palace, Dai Yao stood atop the towering main hall, overlooking the rolling mountains below, yet her heart remained calm.

“Next step…” Dai Yao murmured to herself, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. She slowly opened her palm, and a wisp of golden energy was flowing gently from her palm.

As the clamor of victory gradually subsided, the disciples of the Demon Palace were immersed in joy, except for Dai Yao, whose gaze was deep as she stared into the distance.

The golden threads of fortune in her palm continued to flow slowly, as if guiding something.

The crisis at the Demon Palace is not truly over; the righteous forces have only temporarily retreated, and even greater challenges lie ahead.

Dai Yao knew that she had to improve her strength as soon as possible in order to stand firm in the storms to come.

She closed her eyes, feeling the power surging within her, and a confident smile appeared on her lips.

In the days that followed, Dai Yao devoted herself to cultivation, constantly studying the secret techniques of the Demon Palace, and her strength improved by leaps and bounds.

She rationally allocated the resources seized from the righteous faction, and the strength of the Demon Palace disciples was significantly improved.

Throughout the Demon Palace, morale was high, and the atmosphere was one of prosperity and flourishing.

Dai Yao thought she could live a peaceful life for the time being and consolidate her strength, but she never expected... "Dai Yao!" Elder Mo Yu's voice, cold and majestic, rang out outside the council hall.

Dai Yao's heart tightened; the gazes cast upon her from all around made her feel as if she were being pricked by needles.

She slowly walked towards the council chamber, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

Pushing open the heavy palace door, she saw... Elder Moyu holding a black fragment that shimmered with a ghostly light in his hand.