Xia Yu let out a sigh of relief not as a bluff, but because, with her abilities, it was very easy to kill the opponent. However, to capture the opponent alive required considerable effort, and a moment's carelessness could result in their death.

"Even though you've surrendered, you must still suffer a bit! Do not resist, I won't take your lives." As she spoke, Xia Yu raised her hand, and over twenty iron balls were successively shot into the bodies of the two men.

Having chosen to surrender, the Grand Commander and his associate understood they were now like fish on a chopping board. Although they were enraged by this humiliating treatment, they had no choice but to lower their heads under the eaves. They could only let the iron balls penetrate their bodies.

As the iron balls took effect inside their bodies, the two men cried out in pain, feeling as if lead had been poured into their bodies, dragging them downward. Just as their bodies were about to collide with the ground, Xia Yu managed to take control of their bodies. When handcuffs and shackles formed by condensed energy locked onto them, it signaled the perfect end of this sudden battle.

Controlling the chains behind her, Xia Yu turned and floated toward the space rift she came through. As she brushed past the Demon Race nobles who accompanied her, they snapped back to reality from their shock. It was only then that they realized how terrifying this seemingly unremarkable young woman was, and they felt thankful for their earlier wise obedience.

"Miss Xia Yu," the leading Demon Commander couldn't help but call out to stop Xia Yu's steps. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Hearing this, Xia Yu turned around dissatisfied and said, "Is there anything else? According to our prior agreement, we break through the enemy's defenses for you and eliminate their high-level forces. The task of annihilating the remaining enemy army is your responsibility. You don't expect me to clean up the battlefield, do you?"

"No, no, no!" The Demon Commander waved his hand quickly, fearing Xia Yu might misunderstand. He pointed at the Deputy Commander, who was still howling in pain mixed with iron sand, and asked, "Miss Xia Yu, we wanted to ask if you aren't going to take him away?"

"Oh! Him!" Xia Yu finally remembered that person, but without even glancing at him, she turned and led the two captives away, saying as she walked, "I only need two captives to exchange for hostages, that's enough. Judging by his abilities, he must be a traitor from your Demon Race defecting to the Blood Shade. I'll leave him to you. As for the changes in his body, I believe your Demon Race has experts who can handle it."

The Demon Race were overjoyed upon hearing this. Not only did they achieve a great victory over the Disaster Legion's formation this time, but they also captured a traitor from the Demon Race. Even though they hadn't played any role in the process, the woman apparently had no intention of claiming their credit. Immediately, all the Demons followed the direction where Xia Yu disappeared, pounding their chests and bowing slightly to show respect before diving back into the slaughter of the remaining forces of the Disaster Legion. They knew they must perform well in the upcoming, undisputed battle; otherwise, they'd feel ashamed when claiming credit in the future.

Ignoring the earth-shattering battle cries from behind, Xia Yu, who was now unrelated to all that, crossed the space rift with her two captives and wondered if she would be the first one to return after completing her mission.

"Oh, I thought even if I wasn't the fastest, the only one ahead of me would be Pei Yan. Who would have thought it'd be you?" Xia Yu commented as she stepped out of the rift and saw Zheng Jia Ru lounging lazily by a broken rock, then looked at the captive lying beside him like a dead dog.

"You should know Pei Yan enjoys the cat-and-mouse game more than anything. He won't stop before thoroughly teaching his opponent a lesson, not until the agreed time ends. I'm different; finishing the job quickly and getting some rest is my principle."

Zheng Jia Ru practiced what he preached. The first thing he did upon emerging from the space rift was lock onto his target. The second thing was to throw a punch at it.

The fist, imbued with Six Paths Origin Qi, ruthlessly tore a massive hundred-meter wide, several-hundred-meter long gap through the frontline. The ground where the fist wind passed was gouged into a chasm, surrounded by the shattered corpses of the Disaster Legion.

In group matches, it often required the activation of engine abilities to gather energy for such a punch. Now Zheng Jia Ru needed only a moment's prep to unleash it. After breaching the enemy line, Zheng Jia Ru left the Demon Race no chance to react or coordinate an attack, transforming into a flash of red, darting into the Disaster Legion's central command.

The following battles were either lackluster or exceptionally brilliant, simply because, in the shortest time possible, the onlookers witnessed the limits of physical power. Facing Zheng Jia Ru, whose residual images were hard to grasp, the Disaster Legion commander who stepped forward to fight was almost entirely in a state of being beaten and crushed.

A stomp crushed a Legion Commander's skull, and a punch pierced through another enemy's chest. Zheng Jia Ru used the simplest, most direct manner to showcase his violent aesthetics. A handful of exchanges later, out of over twenty enemies, only the target of Zheng Jia Ru's mission survived, the commander of this force, the Grand Commander.

Compared to the others' death, the Grand Commander didn't feel it was particularly lucky to survive. The madman in front of him never gave him the chance to ponder surrender. After slaughtering his subordinates, Zheng Jia Ru turned and launched a fierce attack.

In the storm of punches and kicks, his body broke, snapped, and healed repeatedly. The relentless attacks made the Grand Commander momentarily believe these were his final moments. Yet Zheng Jia Ru masterfully controlled the rhythm of the fight, ensuring each attack stayed within the physical limits of the Grand Commander's endurance. Before long, the Grand Commander was utterly powerless, and after exhausting the last bit of his Origin Qi for self-healing, he was dragged off the battlefield by Zheng Jia Ru, like a dead dog.

Only then did the Demon army, which was to attack alongside him, finally rush out of their camp. The astonished Demon experts watched, slack-jawed, as the blood-stained Zheng Jia Ru passed by, each making way, not daring to meet his gaze directly.

After listening to Zheng Jia Ru's account, Xia Yu bent down to inject iron balls and shackles into the captives beneath her, ensuring complete security before standing up and looking at the split space rift in front of her hesitatingly, "Should we go help them?"

"Do you think they need help?"

Hearing this, Xia Yu shook her head.

"Would you be happy receiving help?"

Hearing Zheng Jia Ru say so, Xia Yu understood as well and simply sat beside Zheng Jia Ru. Zheng Jia Ru shuffled to make space, then murmured with narrowed eyes, "Outwardly, everyone seems harmonious, but who among us doesn't know each other? In terms of abilities, everyone is proudly strong. In my view, the only one truly not obsessed with power and willing to protect others is Pei Yan."