Chapter 544: Young Monarch of the Yao Clan

Yuan Yao closed her eyes, her spiritual power frantically tearing and devouring in the chaotic sea of consciousness!

Nearly half of the chaotic spiritual power had been devoured by her!

But at this moment, she suddenly felt her head about to split from pain.

The chaotic spiritual power bore a murderous aura, clashing with her cultivated spiritual power!

Yuan Yao found it extremely difficult to refine the chaotic spiritual power!

Her head was killing her!

Her head felt like it was about to explode!

"Pfft—" Yuan Yao spat out a mouthful of blood, her vision swam, and she nearly fainted.

Meanwhile, the chaos seemed to sense her abnormality and began to counterattack with its spiritual power.

A low hum—

Yuan Yao felt her sea of consciousness violently shake, her vision went dark, her spiritual power suffered heavy damage, and she was forcibly shaken out of the chaotic sea of consciousness filled with primordial and violent aura.

"Master!"

Tian Xue, Xiao Hu, and Yuan Batian almost simultaneously sensed the violent fluctuation and momentary silence transmitted from their master's spiritual level.

Their expressions suddenly changed drastically, their eyes filled with panic and worry.

As expected, in midair, Yuan Yao's gaze instantly lost focus, like a broken puppet, her body lurched sideways, and she plummeted straight down from the broad back of the golden dragon.

Witnessing this heart-stopping scene, Xiao Lingwei and the others' pupils contracted sharply; they disregarded the ongoing stalemate with the remaining demon clan, turning into streaks of light and rushing toward where Yuan Yao fell without hesitation.

At the critical moment, ten figures arrived just in time, ten pairs of hands steadily caught the falling, already unconscious Yuan Yao from midair.

Meanwhile, that chaos which had just repelled Yuan Yao's spiritual invasion was about to press its advantage and deliver a fatal blow to the unconscious Yuan Yao, but was forcibly pulled by a sudden, weak summoning force.

In a flash of light, its massive body vanished from the spot.

Quan Xiu's face turned ashen as paper, his formerly handsome visage now devoid of color, with a trickle of shocking crimson blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

His voice hoarse, he struggled to utter a single word to the ten remaining demon clan heavenly pride beside him.

"Retreat!"

Immediately, Quan Xiu ceased fighting, leading the likewise disheveled ten-odd demon clan heavenly pride, turning into a panicked black shadow, and fled in disgrace.

For Quan Xiu, this skirmish was undoubtedly a utter defeat from start to finish.

Not only did he fail to slay Yuan Yao and company, but he also lost many demon clan elites, and even he himself suffered grave injuries.

After firmly catching Yuan Yao, Zhai Qingye sensed the fleeing aura of Quan Xiu's group, his brows knit tightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Quan Xiu and his lot have run—should we pursue them?!"

"Don't pursue." Ying Wuji's voice carried a barely perceptible hoarseness; his entire mind and spirit were now focused on the unconscious Yuan Yao in his arms, his eyes brimming with an inextricable worry and anxiety.

Cang Li had already stepped forward impatiently, placing his fingers on Yuan Yao's pulse.

In just a moment, the face beneath his mask, which had been relatively calm, suddenly changed dramatically, and he exclaimed in shock: "She actually has two utterly different powerful auras frantically fighting and colliding inside her body! Her internal injuries are extremely severe, her meridians damaged in multiple places, and her spiritual power is in utter chaos, nearly at the brink of collapse..."

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts sank.

They discovered Yuan Yao's whole body scorching hot, obviously a high fever caused by the internal aura conflict.

"Let's leave this place first." Qian Yunzhou's expression slightly tightened as he lowered his gaze to stare at Yuan Yao.

Xiao Lingwei lifted Yuan Yao in a horizontal embrace and told them: "Go."

They needed to hurry and find a safe place to treat Yuan Yao's wounds.

Meanwhile, Yuan Feng, Tian Xue, Xiao Hu, and Yuan Batian had returned to the Yaoguang Space.

Inside the Yaoguang Space, Tian Xue and Yuan Feng had both taken human form, each bearing serious injuries.

Especially Yuan Feng, his arm was severely torn, looking bloody, causing him to furrow his brows in pain and grit his teeth.

Tian Xue, seeing him like that, immediately tended to his wound.

"Ow ow ow!" Yuan Feng grimaced in pain.

Xiao Hu worriedly asked: "Will the leader be alright?"

"The master will definitely be fine!" Upon hearing this, Yuan Feng immediately said.

At the same time, they suddenly sensed some movement coming from inside the bamboo hut.

"Xiao Hu, go check." Tian Xue narrowed her eyes slightly.

Upon hearing that, Xiao Hu nodded, then flashed inside the bamboo hut; when it saw the phoenix egg inside emitting waves of heat, it couldn't help but blink.

Before it could even approach, the phoenix aura forced it back several steps.

Seeing this, Xiao Hu hurried out to inform them of the situation.

Tian Xue's heart sank.

It seems this half-demon is about to break out of its shell!

Now that the master's consciousness is unclear, if that half-demon truly breaks out and is reborn now, it will surely bring disaster to the entire Yaoguang Space.

Master...

At the same time, shortly after Xiao Lingwei's group left the previous battlefield, a troop of Yao clan heavenly pride arrived at this location.

"All the dead are demon clan heavenly pride." A red-haired girl surveyed the surrounding corpses and spoke slowly.

Another red-haired boy slightly crouched, his nostrils twitching, catching the scent of humans: "It was the work of human clan heavenly pride."

"Human clan heavenly pride?" Upon hearing this, some Yao clan heavenly pride showed expressions of disbelief.

At that moment, a young man with black serpent patterns on his cheeks looked toward the red-haired boy, speaking solemnly: "Your Highness the Young Monarch, these fallen demon clan heavenly pride number twenty-three; if they were all slain by human clan heavenly pride, then the number of human clan heavenly pride sent by the cultivation world exceeds those we previously encountered."

The red-haired boy rose to his feet; he was exceptionally tall, his hair tied in a high ponytail, the red strands stirred by the breeze brushing over his face, he slightly turned his head, revealing his handsome visage, sword-like brows, starry eyes, and thin lips lightly pursed.

He was none other than the newly appointed Young Monarch of the Yao Realm—Xie Ang.

Xie Ang's father is the newly ascended Yao Emperor, formerly the Grand Prince—Xie Jing.

Xie Ang chuckled: "It seems the human side also came prepared, even sending some trash as smoke screens."

The red‑haired girl seemed to sense something, turned her head to look over, revealing a cool, beautiful face with a red mole between her brows, her hair half‑tied; her phoenix eyes flickered slightly, and with a solemn expression she said, "Brother, there is still a lingering dragon aura and a fierce‑beast aura here…".

The red-haired girl is precisely the Third Princess of the Demon Realm, Xie Ying.

They share the same father and mother.

Xie Ang, upon hearing this, said: "It seems that neither the Demon Clan nor the Human Clan is simple."

The Snake Demon Clan man continued: "Your Highness, do we really need to ally with the Demon Clan? If the Human Clan were all wiped out, our Monster Clan would be at a disadvantage. She Chao believes that a three-way balance is the best choice."

Xie Ang, upon hearing this, raised his eyes toward She Chao, his gaze dark and inscrutable, and said: "Your words are not without reason."

Upon feeling Xie Ang's gaze filled with cold intent, She Chao's breath hitched, and he quickly lowered his head.