976: Zhang Jialan fought back and eventually withdrew.

"Is His Majesty only planning to make Lord Galan our Queen?"

Sword Demon's eyes were filled with pleasant surprise. They had long known about Galan's strength.

She was an unparalleled powerhouse, not much weaker than their King!

If the two combined, their Demon Race would surely be invincible from now on.

Even Dragon Xuanyuan and the entire Human Race might not be able to compete then!

"Then what should we do? We just tried to attack the Queen."

Flame Demon scratched his head awkwardly, as the Demon Race had a strict hierarchy where the weak must obey the strong.

A hint of worry and uneasiness appeared on his face; he didn't know what to do.

"At worst, we'll apologize to the Queen with our deaths! I'd gladly do it for His Majesty!"

Heavenly Demon's sharp, hawk-like eyes showed no fear, only anticipation.

"Exactly. If Lord Galan can become the Queen, even ten thousand deaths would be worth it for us."

Blood Demon waved his hand dismissively, even looking somewhat expectantly at the battle between the two people in the distance.

His eyes revealed fanaticism and excitement, as if he could already see the glorious future of the Demon Race.

By the lakeside, filled with murderous Qi, Galan stood like a cold and stunning ice sculpture. In her eyes, which resembled the Galan Ice Soul, a cold light suddenly flashed, like a chilling star suddenly appearing in the cold night.

Her gaze held sharp, cold rays, seeming capable of freezing the surrounding air.

The saber and sword in her hands crossed and swung, their movements fluid yet possessing deadly lethality. Reflected in the sunlight, the weapons glittered with chilling light, like two agile Silver Dragons.

As she moved her arm, an extremely fierce Cross-Slash instantly cut out.

This slash seemed to carry the power to tear everything apart, carving a distinct mark in the air. The sharp, piercing hum, like the roar of a demon, rushed straight toward Luo Xiu.

Seeing this, Luo Xiu first let out a wild, arrogant laugh, a sound that made the surrounding air tremble slightly.

He quickly crossed his arms in front of him. In an instant, the God-Demon Flame surged wildly like a turbulent tide.

The God-Demon Flame displayed a strange interweaving of dark gold, emitting a chilling aura.

Under his control, the God-Demon Flame continuously condensed, finally forming a pair of dark gold interwoven gauntlets. The patterns on the gauntlets resembled twisted snakes, radiating mysterious and powerful energy.

Luo Xiu met the fierce Cross-Slash head-on without any fear.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion sounded like rolling thunder. A huge ring of energy impact erupted, and powerful Qi waves swept outwards from the center of the blast.

The vegetation by the lakeside snapped under this powerful energy impact, seemingly as fragile as paper.

The lake water was also affected by this force, rolling up to form spectacular water curtains that sparkled brightly under the sunlight.

However, in the next instant, Luo Xiu's pupils suddenly constricted, shrinking instantly like two cold, heterochromatic stars.

The Cross-Slash seemed to possess the power to penetrate everything, ignoring physical defenses, cutting straight through the fiercely burning God-Demon Flame and heading directly for his body.

In this critical moment, Luo Xiu relied on the instincts accumulated from countless battles, abruptly tilting his head to dodge.

His movement was as fast as lightning, as if time had stopped for him at that moment.

"Pfft—!"

An extremely thin line of blood bloomed on his cheek, like a sudden splash of bright red on a clean white canvas.

A few drops of dark golden blood splattered out, carrying a trace of scorching heat. When they landed on the scorched ground, they emitted a "sizzling" corrosive sound, as if the blood contained endless power.

Luo Xiu slowly raised his hand and wiped his cheek. Looking at the blood staining his fingertips, the excitement in his heterochromatic eyes grew even stronger.

"Good, good. I was right. You truly are the best choice to bear my offspring."

But after successfully landing a hit, Galan did not press the attack.

Her right hand, holding the saber, trembled slightly. Although imperceptible, the tremor revealed her current physical weakness.

Her brow furrowed slightly, like a flower battered by wind and rain. A trace of suppressed pain flashed across her face.

She had already been seriously injured previously while fighting the space storm, but Galan was not without gains.

She could feel several Dao marks of the Law of Space added inside her body. As long as she could refine them, her strength would definitely advance further.

However, her old injuries, which she had forcibly suppressed, coupled with several clashes against Luo Xiu, now showed signs of relapse.

She felt the Qi and blood inside her body surging like turbulent waves, and a sweet, metallic taste rose in her throat.

She forced herself to take a breath, struggled to suppress the metallic taste rising in her throat, and coldly glanced at Luo Xiu.

That gaze was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, devoid of warmth, seemingly capable of freezing Luo Xiu's Soul.

"Wishful thinking."

Galan said coldly, her voice laced with endless chill.

Before her voice faded, the space around her began to fluctuate slightly, like ripples suddenly appearing on a calm lake surface.

Her figure instantly blurred, becoming ephemeral like smoke.

Then, she transformed into a faint blue stream of light, which shone with soft yet mysterious radiance, and swiftly fled toward the distant sky without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, her figure vanished into the horizon, leaving only a faint blue light flickering in the air.

Luo Xiu did not pursue. He simply stood still, his fingertips gently rubbing the small wound on his face.

He looked in the direction Galan disappeared, and the curve of his mouth intensified into a look of absolute certainty and resolve.

"Running? Galan, the more you act like this, the more I want you! You are destined to be my Queen!"

Only now did the Four Demon Generals dare to approach cautiously, their eyes filled with reverence.

"Your Majesty!"

The Four Demon Generals shouted in unison, a hint of worry appearing in their eyes upon seeing the wound on Luo Xiu's face that hadn't healed after a long time.

"It's nothing."

Luo Xiu waved his hand, his gaze still fixed on the distance, gradually losing the smile on his face.

"Just a small injury, but it suits her well---Let's go. Once I achieve Breakthrough, let's see where else she can run!"

"Yes!"

The Four Demon Generals responded in unison, Blood Demon's eyes especially flickering with excited, fervent light, as if seeing endless glory and hope.

The lake breeze gently swept past, dispersing the lingering energy residue in the air.

Only widespread devastation remained: broken vegetation, scorched earth, and overturned lake water, a scene of ruin.

On the other side, above the Sky Island, Gu Yanxi, the Sky Thunder Seven Generals, and the Four Great Zombie Kings were already waiting.

As streaks of huaguang flashed across the horizon, several figures suddenly descended.

The arrivals were precisely the five individuals: Shadow, Yang Shuo, Ning Qiancheng, the Six-Winged Dragon-Devouring Centipede, and Curse Tempest!

"Brother Shadow, what are your plans now?"