Good heavens, the master has even ordered the slaughter of his own troops just to secure a beautiful woman. With a master like this, who would still be willing to serve him? As they hesitated, the high-luminosity dragon army under Gao Liang and the brothers from the Wind-Flame Hall launched a fierce assault, catching the zombies completely off guard. The ground was soon littered with corpses—though not with flowing blood, since the zombies' blood had long since dried up and turned to dust upon their fall. We cannot let these zombies continue to plague the human world; we must burn them with torches, turning their dust into ash. The dragon army under Gao Liang and the Wind-Flame Hall brothers were exceptionally strong and displayed growing vigor with every battle, their courage and prowess unmatched—this was all thanks to Gao Liang's exceptional training. Since defeating the Orc legion, High Guang has further tamed the leader of the legion, the Tibetan Mastiff King. The Tibetan Mastiff King possesses strong wildness and formidable offensive power. With patient guidance, High Guang reached an agreement with him within less than a day: the Tibetan Mastiff King would absolutely obey his master, undertake the most dangerous missions at any time, and lead the charge whenever his master required. High Guang treats his troops well, for indeed, "a well-trained army is only needed once." He has always been generous to his subordinates—whether it's the Wind and Fire Hall led by his three close friends, or the Tibetan Mastiff Legion. He immediately provides the finest feed to the Tibetan Mastiff King, just as a military unit would receive its supplies, thereby improving their living standards. His goal is to ensure the Tibetan Mastiffs remain healthy and strong, while also consistently training the Tibetan Mastiff King and his 100 mastiffs—especially under adverse conditions—to maintain exceptional combat readiness. High Guang says, "I don't just keep people alive—I make them create value. Even my own wife must deliver value to me!" Otherwise, the zombie forces collapsed like a mountain falling. The horn blown personally by Gao Liang inspired the Tibetan mastiff legion and the Wind and Fire Hall troops to advance with songs of victory, unstoppable. Zhou Chao and his three brothers were so terrified they had to pee, shouting frantically to Zhao Fu'er, who was still immersed in the beauty of the women: "Brother! Brother! It's not good! It's not good!" But Zhao Fu'er's eyes were fixed solely on the beautiful women, his eyes nearly popping out. Zhang Yuping was trapped by a web, struggling desperately, yet the web only tightened as she struggled—indeed, it was the reincarnated魔王 Zhao Fu'er who had set the net. He pulled Zhang Yuping close, reaching out with his decaying hands to touch her magnificent chest. "Brother! Brother! They're coming! They're coming!" Zhou Chao, now seeing so many troops under Gao Liang, was so overwhelmed he could hardly breathe. After multiple encounters with Gao Liang, he had never managed to win a single battle. Zhao Fuzhong's demonic face turned toward the Tibetan mastiffs charging in and the brothers from Fenghuo Hall. He snapped his teeth wide open and exhaled a breath toward them, saying, "Sleep now! Sleep now!" Zhou Chao sensed the breath carried a foul odor—like that of a corpse decayed for a thousand years—and immediately, the Tibetan mastiffs and the brothers from Fenghuo Hall collapsed, unconscious. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" Zhao Fuzhong's demonic laughter enraged Gao Liang, who was about to charge forward, but was pulled back by Ying'er: "Husband, you can't go! Let me go instead!" Without waiting for Gao Liang's agreement, she simply walked past him. At that moment, the Revenge Demon King had begun to approach the beautiful woman Zhang Yurong. When his hand was only one centimeter away from her heavenly chest, it froze. "Wow! What a perfectly poised beauty! I've been reborn as Zhao Fuzhong—what a fortune!" The Revenge Demon King's face bloomed with a lustful smile, and as he smiled, he extended his hand toward the first beauty of the immortal realm, Ying'er is indeed a bright and intelligent woman, though she merely feigned a smile and said to Zhao Fu'er, "Your hand is quite dirty—let's wash it!" "Eh! Eh!" The Color King gushed out water from his mouth, responding repeatedly. Ying'er communicated with Gao Liang through brainwave consciousness: "Husband, hurry! Go to the Yueguang Treasure Box Equipment Library and fetch a basin of water!" Gao Liang immediately complied, and in turn communicated with Ying'er via brainwave consciousness: "Wife! The water is here!" Ying'er looked around and saw a basin of water right beside her, yet when she glanced at Gao Liang, she found him still in the same place. How could her husband possess such a skill—teleportation! Indeed, teleportation! Ying'er was both surprised and delighted, turning back to Gao Liang with a graceful, charming smile, which made Gao Liang feel utterly delighted inside. The Color King had only previously flirted with two reception girls—one plump, one slim—never imagining he would encounter such extraordinary beauties as Ying'er and Zhang Yупing. Now, he was completely speech Ying'er pointed at the Color Demon with her slender, jade-like fingers. The Color Demon hesitated—should he wash his hands or not? Of course, Ying'er was wise. The Color Demon feared the water might be poisoned, so he chuckled and extended his jade fingers into the basin. As he washed, he said, "This water is so refreshing!" Watching the pure white fingers and the intricately patterned jade basin, the Color Demon was already enchanted, and couldn't wait any longer. He reached in eagerly, only for Ying'er to swiftly withdraw her hand—thus, the Color Demon's fingers brushed against the basin and missed the contact. "Come here! Come here quickly!" Ying'er's clear, sweet voice sent a delightful tingling sensation through the Color Demon, making his lower body swell and rise like a towering pillar. Zhou Chao was also enchanted by Ying'er's graceful and beautiful figure. Even his three younger brothers, standing behind him, had their legs stiffen. The Color Demon wanted to reach and embrace Ying'er's slender waist, but Ying'er, being a celestial being, moved like a fish—elegant and swift—avoiding him completely, and the Color Demon ended up falling short. Seeing Ying'er once again wave her finger at him from afar, he found himself even more feverishly aroused. Good heavens! Ying'er truly is an extraordinary, transcendent beauty—back in our dynasty, even the emperor's three palaces and six courts couldn't produce anyone quite like her. This rebirth and reincarnation must have been a tremendous windfall. What a lucky stroke of fortune! Zhou Chao and the Color Demon King were both fully focused on Ying'er, while Zhang Yупing remained bound, motionless. High Guang could clearly see this from afar—his spiritual sight wasn't acquired in vain. Observing Zhang Yупing's helpless expression, he realized that both of his wives had stepped forward to fight on his behalf. Clearly, it was time for him to deploy his most powerful move. Just as he was preparing to advance, a message flashed into his mind: "Master, do not act hastily! Everything will await my instructions!" Only then did High Guang regain his composure. He noticed that the Color Demon King was still releasing that peculiar gas—distinctly the scent of a thousand-year-old decaying corpse. Just now, the group of Tibetan mastiffs and the brothers from Fenghuo Hall lost precisely because of this. Ying'er didn't move without reason—she knew it was related. Now, Ying'er is covering her nose, cooing to the Color King, saying, "It's so unpleasant! I'm about to throw up!" Then she pretends to vomit. This time, realizing her nose has been continuously emitting a stench, the Color King chuckles and says to Ying'er, "My dear, what's difficult about this? I simply need to stop releasing my odor!" Indeed, in order to win over the beauty, the Color King refrains from releasing his stench. Zhang Yiping and Ying'er now breathe more easily, their cheeks flushed—this only makes them more alluring in the eyes of the Color King and Zhou Chao. Oh, they can't take it anymore. The Color King is completely consumed by lust and only wishes to quickly claim this beautiful woman. He repeatedly rushes toward Ying'er, yet keeps missing her—so eager he's sweating profusely. Gasping heavily, Ying'er notices a secret of the Color King! That's what he was doing—holding a silk pouch, occasionally sniffing at it. Hmm, what could it be? And the Color Demon was shy, hiding himself from view. As Ying'er was still pondering, suddenly she heard Zhang Yuping, still trapped in the web, shouting, "Ying'er! Move quickly!" A strong fragrance rushed toward her, making her feel dizzy. She immediately pushed herself aside. The Color Demon's slightly salty hand brushed past her clothes, and Ying'er's stunning bust was almost claimed by him. Gao Liang could bear it no longer with his Spirit-Collecting Eye. His own woman being treated so disrespectfully right under his nose—no, he had to go in and confront him. Yet, in his mind, a line of words suddenly appeared: "Not yet!" Gao Liang glanced over and saw that when the Color Demon opened the silk pouch, both Ying'er and Zhang Yuping had grown drowsy. "Hah! My Dream-Ensnaring Immortal Harmony Powder is truly a masterpiece—works perfectly for every woman! Today, these two beauties are all mine!" The Color King smiled seductively, stepping forward as he approached, while Ying still held her forehead with both hands, swaying unsteadily, as if about to fall. High Bright pressed a firm arc of contempt to his lips, gazing at the Color King with fierce hatred, gathering all his energy into a single point.