pertwk Chapter 635 Abducting Huang Zhi's Second Wife, The Seductive Mo Yin
Chapter 635 Abducting Huang Zhi's Second Wife, The Seductive Mo Yin
Chapter 635 Abducting Huang Zhi's Second Wife, The Seductive Mo Yin
Meanwhile, Wang Jian addressed Mo Yu directly, his voice cutting through the din of battle. "Devil King," he boomed, "how long do you intend to prolong this pointless struggle? See the power of the Silver Light Goddess! Surrender now, and perhaps there will be mercy for your people."
Mo Yu let out a guttural roar, the very essence of defiance. "Surrender? Never! We Devils will fight until our last breath!"
The air crackled with tension. Suddenly, Huang Zhi launched himself at Wang Jian, a torrent of rage fueling his attack. Wang Jian, with effortless grace, sidestepped the blow, reappearing a safe distance away.
"Is this your declaration of war on the allied forces then, Huang Zhi?" Wang Jian inquired, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. "Have you chosen to side with the devils?"
Huang Zhi's veins pulsed with fury. The very sight of Wang Jian fueled his rage. He was convinced this human was the one who had poisoned Lu Rong'er's mind, causing her to turn against him. He wouldn't let this transgression go unpunished.
"I will kill you!" he screamed, unleashing another barrage of attacks. Each strike was imbued with demonic energy, fueled by his burning rage.
Wang Jian chuckled, the sound echoing through the battlefield. "Is that all you can muster, Huang Zhi?" he taunted, effortlessly deflecting each attack. "Perhaps you should reconsider your priorities. This battle isn't about personal vendettas."
Huang Zhi's words tumbled out in a torrent of rage. "You stole her away from me!" he bellowed. "You turned Lu Rong'er against me! You will pay for your treachery!"
Wang Jian sighed, a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice. "The truth is a bitter pill to swallow, isn't it, Huang Zhi?"
A sardonic smile played on Wang Jian's lips as he weaved through Huang Zhi's furious attacks with effortless grace. True, Huang Zhi possessed raw power exceeding his own. The peak of the Divine Ascension Realm towered over Wang Jian's Divine Harmony Realm. However, power wasn't everything.
Wang Jian possessed a far deeper understanding of the elements and the very fabric of reality. His comprehension of spatial and temporal laws surpassed anything Huang Zhi, a half-angel, half-devil reliant on his affinity for Light and Darkness elements, could muster. Huang Zhi's attacks, fueled by blind rage, were predictable and easily dodged.
"Is that all you've got, love-struck fool?" Wang Jian taunted, dodging a particularly ferocious slash of Huang Zhi's demonic blade. "Perhaps you should spend less time swinging your weapon and more time reflecting on your own shortcomings. Why don't you ask Lu Rong'er herself why she chose me over you?"
Without warning, Mo Yin launched herself at him, her body surging with demonic energy. She intended to overwhelm him with sheer force, but Wang Jian was ready. With a fluid motion, he absorbed the devil attribute attack, the dark energy dissipating harmlessly around him. In the blink of an eye, he twisted her arm and pulled her into a tight embrace, her back pressed against his chest.
She struggled violently, but Wang Jian's grip was unyielding. "Enough," he commanded, his voice a low growl in her ear. "I want to talk about the battle."
Mo Yin's breath came in ragged gasps as she ceased her futile struggle. "Talk? What could we possibly have to discuss?" she spat, venom dripping from her words.
"You know as well as I do," Wang Jian began, his tone calm but firm, "that if this battle continues at this rate, the Devil Race will be completely destroyed. Your father won't be able to maintain the power of that Devil True God for much longer. Unlike Lu Rong'er, his power is borrowed and comes with a steep price."
Mo Yin's eyes flashed with defiance, but a hint of fear crept into her expression. She strained against his hold, but Wang Jian's strength was absolute. "What do you want?" she demanded. "If you think I will convince the Devil Race to give up or submit, you're mistaken. I would rather die."
Wang Jian's hand came down sharply on her curvy buttocks, eliciting a gasp of shock from Mo Yin. "I don't care about your worthless pride," he said coldly. "What I care about is the survival of your race. Do you want the Devil Race to survive this battle? Do you want your father to live?"
Her eyes widened, the reality of their situation sinking in. Time was slipping away, and the fate of her people hung in the balance. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want my race and my father to survive."
A smile curved Wang Jian's lips as he whispered into her ear, "Then, in return, I want you to submit to me as my maid."
Mo Yin recoiled, disbelief and fury warring on her face. "What?" she exclaimed, her voice shaking.
Wang Jian smacked her buttocks again, harder this time. "Make up your mind quickly. Become my maid, and I will save your race and your father from imminent death."
Her teeth clenched, and tears of frustration welled in her eyes. The weight of her decision crushed her spirit. "Fine," she muttered, the words tasting like ash. "I will become your maid if you save my race and my father."
Wang Jian's smile widened as he sealed her cultivation completely, ensuring she couldn't escape or retaliate. "Good," he whispered. "Wait here."
He vanished from the pocket dimension, reappearing on the battlefield. The chaos was still in full swing, but Wang Jian's sharp mind had already devised a plan to fulfill his promise. He reached out spiritually to Devil King Mo Yu.