After a few simple tests, Ye Yu confirmed that Lin Fengyuan was indeed unconscious.


    Scanning with his spiritual senses, he discovered that her spirit was severely weakened, on the verge of collapse.


    It seemed that this famed demonic leader of Central Continent from thirty thousand years ago was now at her most vulnerable.


    However, Ye Yu didn’t draw his Heavenly Thunder Annihilation Talisman to kill Lin Fengyuan. Instead, he quietly sat beside her, observing this masked figure.


    From their previous conversations, it was clear that Lin Fengyuan regarded him as some descendant of the Ye family, and they seemed to have had a close relationship in the past. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have brought him along, especially in her damaged state.


    A descendant of the Ye family, a promise? What was this all about?


    Though baffled, a bold thought crossed Ye Yu''s mind. If he could use this connection wisely and uncover the nature of this promise, perhaps he could even make Lin Fengyuan work for him. That would be the ultimate opportunity—a powerful Ascension Realm ally at his service, even if only for a few tasks.


    But why was Lin Fengyuan, seemingly healthy, wearing a red mask?


    Everyone has a natural curiosity—the more you can’t see, the more you want to look.


    Driven by this curiosity, Ye Yu reached out and removed the mask from Lin Fengyuan’s face.


    A delicate, pale, and stunningly beautiful face appeared before him.


    For a moment, Ye Yu was dumbfounded.


    A woman?


    The legendary demonic leader of Central Continent from thirty thousand years ago, Lin Fengyuan, was a woman?


    Impossible.


    Ye Yu blinked and looked again.


    Smooth, snow-white skin, a flawless, captivating face.


    She was unmistakably a woman.


    And a very beautiful one at that.


    What was going on?@@@@


    The name "Lin Fengyuan" sounded masculine, so how could she be a woman?


    Could it be a disguise? A human-skin mask?


    Ye Yu reached out and rubbed her face.


    Hm!


    The skin didn’t come off.


    It seemed real.


    She quietly picked up the mask beside her and put it back on, softly saying, “Thank you for the duck leg, but please don’t remove my mask again.”


    “Got it! Want another piece?” Ye Yu offered her a duck wing.


    Lin Fengyuan intended to refuse, but the aroma was too enticing.


    In the end, she accepted his offer, removed her mask again, and continued eating.


    The eight-pound spirit duck quickly disappeared, leaving only a pile of bones, seemingly more on Lin Fengyuan’s side than Ye Yu’s.


    Feeling a bit embarrassed, Lin Fengyuan was about to say something, but stopped herself, hastily putting her mask back on and regaining her icy demeanor.


    Ye Yu, meanwhile, sensed several presences approaching.


    He stood up slowly, looking into the distance.


    Seven figures sped toward them, dressed in ragged robes as if they had just escaped from a disaster, but their power was undeniable—each was at least in the early stage of the Tribulation-Transcending Realm.


    Who were these people?


    Ye Yu frowned slightly.


    Unbeknownst to him, they were the demonic overlords of Central Continent.


    The bearded man in the lead, with half his beard singed off, was none other than Tao Shanren, leader of Zhuoxin Temple.


    Previously, they had remained outside Demon Suppression Mountain while Ye Yu was inside. When Ye Yu left, Lin Fengyuan had immediately taken him away, so he hadn’t seen Tao Shanren and the others.


    Even if he had, it wouldn’t matter; they were once full of pride, but now they were utterly bedraggled.


    In just a few hours, these top figures of Central Continent’s demonic path had become disheveled survivors.


    The battle at Demon Suppression Mountain had been nothing short of a massacre.


    Nearly a hundred renowned demonic cultivators had been decimated by nine people.


    Had Tao Shanren and his group not fled early, barely seven of them would have survived.


    Recalling the brutal scene still sent chills down their spines.


    The four female cultivators were unbelievably powerful, far surpassing ordinary Tribulation-Transcending cultivators.


    It made them wonder—who exactly was Ye Yu? How had he managed to win over such powerful women as his partners? Was he hiding some unique charm?


    These questions lingered in the minds of the seven demonic cultivators, though they didn’t dwell on them for long.


    They had another pressing matter to attend to—finding Lin Fengyuan.


    From her sword strike on Demon Suppression Mountain, it was evident why she was called the greatest demonic cultivator. Her reputation was no exaggeration.


    If Lin Fengyuan were to openly support Central Continent’s demonic path, Tao Shanren was certain the sacred lands of the Central Continent would be obliterated!