A flying flower needle struck Li Xiang, clad in golden armor, yet he merely trembled slightly, unharmed—thanks to his protective armor. Another flying flower needle targeted Chen Zixue, wearing silver armor. Ying'er knew that if this needle pierced Chen Zixue, he would surely perish. Without hesitating, she summoned her strength, abandoning further efforts to ward off the blazing flames, and swiftly moved toward him. "Ah!" Her jade hands caught the flying needle. Chen Zixue was saved, but Ying'er's delicate features were now etched with pain. The flames had already begun seeping into her vital organs, and the needle's venom was spreading—starting from her hands and spreading throughout her body. "Hahaha! What did you expect? You took my place—deserved it! Deserved it!" "To the astonishment of the indigenous people watching from afar, the volcanic goddess Pele turned out to be a demon. They saw their revered Ying'er suffer greatly to save everyone, and immediately fell to their knees again, weeping as they chanted, 'Our sacred goddess! Live on! Bestow blessings upon us! Protect us from the disasters brought by the demon, and let the true gods grant us grace!' Yet this was merely a wish of the native people. At that moment, Ying'er's cries grew louder and more desperate. The two bodyguards, the great stone giants, quickly pulled out their wireless communicators to call their leader, Gao Liang, only to find that Gao Liang's communicator had gone dead. 'It's over! Our heavenly fragrance princess is gone!' the two bodyguards mourned, their faces solemn. 'Hmph! She deserved it!' Pele, proud and confident, strode proudly toward the two bodyguards, raised her magical hand as if to strike them down, but then paused. 'I will not kill you. Only if you serve me!' Pei Lei saw her two stalwart bodyguards—so handsome, truly two beautiful men—and immediately relaxed. She gently pressed her fingers against the robust members of her guards, thoroughly satisfied, a sultry smile spreading across her face as she said, "Five hundred years! Five hundred years! I haven't experienced true marital bliss in five hundred years!" "By the gods! We'll die before we become your sexual slaves!" the two bodyguards spat, spitting out a stream of saliva. Pei Lei didn't rush. She had her own plans for these two fine men. Reaching out with her magical hand, she pretended to admire Ying'er, murmuring, "Oh! Oh! You're so beautiful, aren't you? Oh! Oh! Even men across the land are enchanted by you! Wonderful! Wonderful! I'll make you even more beautiful—ever more beautiful!" The magical hand carried a venomous hook, and Ying'er remained fearless. All she asked was that Pei Lei release everyone—she would willingly die for that. But who is Pelei? She is a female demon even more cruel than a scorpion, one who delights in killing people and thoroughly torments them. She would carefully torment Ying'er. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Ying'er's piercing cries sent the two stalwart bodyguards' hearts racing with fear. Pelei had inserted a long, slender needle into Ying'er's body and was now sucking it through her mouth, aiming to drain Ying'er's vital energy completely. As soon as Ying'er's vital energy was fully drained, she would surely perish. "Husband! Ying'er can no longer accompany you! Take care of yourself! Though I shall die, I shall have no regrets! I am not afraid of death!" In her final moments, Ying'er thought not of her own safety, but of her husband. "Hmph! Your husband? Will he come to save you? Will he even appear? Hah! Hah! Hah! Men are all such poor creatures! I myself was once abandoned by a man—ever since then, I've hated every man under the sky! I shall now drain every last drop of your vital energy!" With this proud and arrogant declaration, Pelei began to suck the needle deeply, drawing out Ying At this moment, a light drizzle drifted across the sky, gently landing on Ying'er's body and easing the intense heat she was experiencing. Ying'er opened her mouth, and a drop of pure dew fell from the heavens, entering her mouth and then settling in her abdomen. The organs and viscera, which had nearly been scorched by the blazing heat, instantly felt refreshed. A coolness spread throughout her body, steadily pushing back the rising waves of heat. "Ah! Much better!" Ying'er's vitality began to return. Yet Pele was cruel—she now began to draw Ying'er's vital energy through her mouth. "Hah! Hah! I shall claim your energy for myself! I shall become the goddess of Hawaii, no—of the entire world! I shall be worshipped by people everywhere!" Pele had already extended her hands toward Ying'er's delicate face. Just as the situation grew critically dire, a sudden "thud" echoed—stone from afar flew through the air, landing precisely on Pele's poisoned hand. Pei Lei’s forearm was fractured, her entire body trembling with pain, and the mouth holding the tube loosened. As she lifted her head, she saw a figure descending from the sky. The sunlight shone upon him, making him handsome, elegant, and majestic—undoubtedly one of the most stunningly beautiful beings in the entire universe. When he landed, he looked deeply concerned at the person before him and said, “Ying'er! I’m so sorry! I came late! I’ve caused you so much suffering!” “Master! Ying'er is powerless! I cannot save myself!” Ying'er did not call Gao Liang her husband at this moment, but rather her master. “Senior! Princess Tianxiang was injured while trying to save everyone!” The two bodyguards, the mighty stalwarts, interjected. Gao Liang now carefully examined Ying'er and noticed a slender needle embedded in her body. He immediately pulled it out and shouted at the female demon Pei Lei, “Anyone who harms my woman shall die!” Pei Lei spat out flames and sneered at Gao Liang, mocking, “Ah! So you’re her husband! Excellent! I’ll make sure all of you suffer and die!” "Soon, a blazing fire surged toward Gao Liang." "Master! Be careful! This fire is powerful—it can penetrate even the giant spirit shield!" Ying'er urged Gao Liang. "Boss! That sorceress is extremely cunning! She's ruthless! You'll have to go all out!" The two mighty bodyguards, eager to see their leader deliver a decisive blow to the powerful sorceress, watched with anticipation. Gao Liang's spirit eyes effortlessly perceived the fire's strength. This was hellfire—energy bursting forth from the underworld, immense and overwhelming. It couldn't be fought directly; only outwitted. He decided to play it cool. With a lightning-fast shift of stance and a dragon-shaped stride, Gao Liang executed a move of unparalleled grace. Yet, the hellfire slid past him with such force that he cried out in pain—"Oh my!" "Mama!"—as if struck by flames. He rolled across the ground, writhing and pleading to Pele, "It's incredible! I can't hold on anymore! My lungs are about to burst! Please, spare me!" "The two stalwart bodyguards and Ying'er all grew concerned. 'Hahahaha!' Pele laughed heartily, turning to Gao Liang and saying, 'I thought you had some real talent, but it turns out you're no match at all! Hmph! Still, I don't want to kill you—you're simply too handsome! I'd like you to be my husband. And those two young men aren't bad either—I'll have all three of you serve me!' 'Pfft! We'll die rather than serve!' the two stalwart bodyguards reiterated their stance."