Otherwise, the fallen dark-kinned man would have faced countless deaths by now.

Jeang Yu was not in a hurry to explain.

Rather, he sought to gauge his strength through combat with Du Yong.

They were not only top lords, but also peers, making them ideal adversaries.

The dark-skinned man, thoroughly frightened, had not anticipated Jeang Y as formidable prowess, astonished that even his new superior could not subdue him.

Could he be another powerful figure? Du Yang was equally takenback.

In just a few days, this lap dog of the angel clan had grown remarkably strong.

His demonic energy could not fully erode Jang Yi s rocky domain which was distinctly different from human earth magic.

Jeang Yi radiated a yellowish aura and within moments a colossal dragon made of rock surged towards Du Yang, muttering an obscure incantation.

He unleashed a massive beam of yellow light aimed to pierce through his opponent.

A barrage of attacks ensued, prompting Du Yang to erupt once more.

A gigantic wave of demonic sword energy cleaved through the rock formed dragon.

Immediately, Du Yang gripped his sword and thrust it downward, conjuring a dark barrier, bracing himself to withstand Jang Y's dragon language magic.

With a resounding crash, Du Yang was sent flying, half of his body vanishing from sight.

Yet, in an instant, he restored himself to his original state, swiftly regaining his composure midair to avoid a humiliating fall.

At this moment, Jang Yi found himself somewhat drained, both in stamina and magical energy.

Panting heavily, the two locked eyes.

Despite Du Yang<unk>s combative spirit yearning for further conflict, Jang Yi was now acutely aware of the outcome he desired.

Fully cognizant of his current strength, Du Yang<unk>s endurance was lacking, and it was evident that if they continued to exhaust themselves, he would inevitably be the loser.

Moreover, Jeang Yui was at level 5, nearly maxed out in experience, while Du Yong had only just reached level 5.

Although the disparity was minimal in the realm of top tier lords, such a slight difference could determine victory or defeat.

The system ranked him fourth with Du Yang in seventh.

The gap was not merely due to Jeang Yi possessing more king level abilities.

Jeang Ya's skills were particularly effective against foes with explosive power, but lacking in endurance.

This was a misunderstanding.

There was no need for further combat.

I am Sky Overlord Jang Yi, now your ally.

He hovered in the air, his gaze fixed on Du Yang as he spoke slowly.

The dark-skinned man below narrowed his eyes and immediately checked the leaderboard.

To his astonishment, Jang Yi was ranked fourth, surpassing even his own leader.

Meanwhile, Dong clearly doubted Jang Y's assertions.

"Nonsense! I don't believe you, he retorted, preparing to launch another attack.

Just then, Lyn Jun and Shir Yao arrived with a host of king-level demons.

Perfect timing, taken down, Duong exclaime, Jeang Yi, exasperated, began to question Du Yang<unk>s mental faculties.

as he seemed utterly unwilling to heed his words.

The surrounding demons surged forward, intent on assaulting the rock dragon, evidently still focused on Du Yangs desire for a one-on-one duel.

Jeang Ya<unk>s lips twitched in irritation as he shouted, "Undead!" at his command, the undead materialized beside him, unleashing an overwhelming royal aura that stunned everyone present, sending both the onlookers and demons flying.

This was royal level.

The crowd covered in dirt and confusion was taken aback.

The power of the undead was far beyond that of a typical king level being.

Faced with the undead, they all felt an insurmountable sense of helplessness.

Although the undead was not particularly adept at combat, it was a genuine level two royal entity, more than capable of dispatching certain king-level foes with ease, being primarily a support unit.

Why are you all just standing there? Run!" Du Yang shouted, and without hesitation, he turned to flee alongside the demons.

Jeangi could only stare in disbelief.

The appearance of the undead was intended to avert this misunderstanding, especially since it was an ally of Bayou with no intention of attacking them.

Otherwise, under the gaze of a royal being, they wouldn't stand a chance to escape.

In a matter of moments, only the dark-kinned man remained, his face a mask of terror, convinced his end was nigh, and he promptly began to plead for mercy.

I aired, for I should not have acknowledged him as my elder brother.

You are truly my elder brother.

Jeang Yi, indifferent to him, departed with the colossal rock dragon.

Now time for explanations was spared, only to find himself ultimately frightened away by the undead.

The Lord could not be slain.

So Jeang Yi resolved to seek out other races.

However, considering that Du Yang, a premier lord, was merely of the same caliber as himself, he felt a sense of reassurance.

Realizing that his own level had not diminished significantly.

After wandering for some time, the dark-kinned man finally dared to lift his head and survey his surroundings.

Upon confirming that the other party had completely left, he promptly dashed back home.

What nonsense is this? A seventh rank, unable even to contend with a fourth.

A sneeze escaped Du Yang as he returned to the town, but he paid little mind.

Who dares to insult me? Fortunately, the imperial level adversary did not pursue him.

Chapter 374.

The frantic white tiger, in light of the recent farcical incident, Yi duly reported to Bayou to preclude any further mishaps.

That evening, as Bayu perused the message sent by Jeang Yi, a peculiar expression crossed her face.

Absurdly, Du Yang had disregarded Jeang Y's explanation and fled instead, leaving Bayou perplexed about Du Yang<unk>s latest antics.

As for the lords seeking refuge in Fehiangghao, they were likely drawn by reputation, merely in search of a patron.

Du Yang too sought opportunities to expand into other territories and would naturally not decline such offers.

Well, let the misunderstanding stand as it is.

Bayou surmised that Du Yang would refrain from venturing into Fay Hiang Xhao for the time being, though she was taken aback to learn that he had recently acquired two subordinate lords, according to the senses bestowed by the undead.

Both were of royal caliber, placing them among the upper echelons of the former elite lords.

As night deepened, Bayou ascended the stairs to prepare for rest.

Under her influence, the desecated trees at the periphery of the dark forest had transformed into a type of undead known as the Ghostface trees.

This manifestation of her dominion was not intended for offense, but served as vigilant sentinels.

Scattered throughout the expansive forest, these camouflage ghost face trees bore no distinction from ordinary dead trees until intruders approached, at which point they would awaken.

Should any ghost face tree be felled, Bayu would instantaneously receive word, alerting her to any invasion of the dark forest.

Unlike traditional undead tasked with reconnaissance, the average individual would remain oblivious to the true nature of these ghostfaced trees, often mistaking them for unique flora of the dark forest, thus enhancing their concealment.

Now, the dark forest had wholly metamorphosed into by you's private sanctuary, allowing her to continue her expansion eastward, necessitating the implementation of several essential measures.

Exercising caution was prudent at all times.

Regarding the distribution of surrounding powers, Bayou had not inquired with Guaming.

Having been trapped for over three centuries, he was surely unaware of the myriad races that had either relocated or perished in the intervening time.

Moreover, to seek assistance on such trivial matters would cast her in a light of ineptitude.

Bayou assigned the exploration routes beyond the eastern fringes of the dark forest to Lawn and I, instructing it to lead the phantoms in reconnaissance, eliminating any feeble races they encountered.

At this point, Bayou had succumbed to a deep slumber, and the entire dark forest lay enveloped in darkness, say for the fertive glimmers of nocturnal creatures.

The night hung heavily upon the treetops as owls hooted softly while vine snakes slithered from the depths, twisting beneath the dead leaves, occasionally flicking their tongues.

Meanwhile, in the northern expanse of Schwangian mountain across the savage grasslands, a colossal white tiger raced with all its might towards a mountain.

Its body bore numerous scars, temporarily stymied by frost.

Yet with its vigorous sprint, many wounds burst open, oozing blood.

Though the tiger paid no heed, devoid of both concern and the magical energy required to staunch its injuries, it traversed relentlessly, finally crossing the savage grasslands and ascending the dual-faced mountain before continuing its journey southward into the frigid snowy mountains.

The blood moon had set in the west, and dark clouds began to gather once more.

As the sky gradually brightened, the great white tiger had not yet relinquished hope for the sake of its queen, it was compelled to return once again.

It recalled the words of their queen, who had once mentioned that to the east of the snowy mountains, near the dark forest, lay the dwelling of a friend of hers.

Scalding blood dripped onto the snow, melting the accumulated frost beneath it.

Its body had reached its limits.

Yet a considerable distance to the dark forest remained, and it had to endure, harnessing the power of the ice and snow.

It regained some strength and began to sprint eastward.

Upon leaving the mountains, the amplification of its energy faded, but the ominous silhouette of the dark forest loomed closer, sparking a glimmer of hope in its eyes.

Simultaneously, it harbored concerns about whether the queen's friend would offer assistance, given that the ally belonged to a different race.

Meanwhile, Whiteu, still in a dreamy haze as morning dawned, glanced at the system clock, preparing to rise, dressed and reaching the door.

She was immediately greeted by the waiting dark elf.

My lord, today's breakfast consists of pancere nana monkey ham sandwiches accompanied by a cup of hot milk.

That sounds delightful.