If the battle between Xia Yu and Zheng Jia Ru was just an appetizer, then the battle involving Pei Yan and others was undoubtedly the main course everyone was focused on. As Zheng Jia Ru mentioned, except for Pei Jin who was not very interested in battling, the other three, including the now middle-aged Gu Shenghui, were almost obsessively dedicated to combat and victory.

Unlike Xia Yu and others who aimed to swiftly eliminate the enemy, Gu Shenghui, Ye Ruozai, and Pei Yan preferred to showcase their might to exert psychological pressure on their adversaries, strolling across the battlefield as if they were leisurely enjoying the flowers in their own backyard.

Wherever Gu Shenghui passed, the enslavers of the Disaster Legion, swarming forward, exploded into countless tiny fragments before they could even approach him, bursting tens of meters away from his body and raining down from the sky like raindrops. Strangely, these enslavers did not spill any blood when they exploded. Even more perplexing was that when the accompanying Demon Race reinforcements curiously examined the debris on the ground, they were shocked to find that the fragments were neatly sliced into identical square pieces. Holding these square fragments in their hands, the Demon Race reinforcements could even feel them pulsating, as if they still retained some vitality.

On another section of the battlefield, Ye Ruozai was also strolling leisurely, but his combat style was much directer. Everywhere he passed, enemies fell like wheat before a scythe. Soldiers of the Disaster Legion were frozen mid-charge, maintaining their previous stances and expressions, as if their souls had been extracted instantaneously, leaving them motionless. As the Demon Race army advanced, the vibrations caused wave after wave of soldiers to collapse lifelessly to the ground.

Pei Yan, the center of everyone's attention, did not disappoint the onlookers. Emerging from a gap and gazing at the army before him, he did not rush to attack but took off his hat to feel the cool breeze on his scalp, waiting patiently for news from the approaching Demon Race army.

The Demon Race army, already on high alert, did not let Pei Yan down. Within two minutes of his appearance, the army's high-ranking officials swiftly gathered by his side, and five minutes later, the entire army was boiling like a pot of boiling water.

"Oh, it's Mr. Bailang. I didn't expect to see you here! Where's Miss Sifuer?" Pei Yan warmly greeted an old friend he had first met after coming to the Hell Plane, and then recognized more familiar faces from the Kataraga Autonomous Territory in the ranks behind.

"Honorable Prince Silver Wing, our lord has gone to the Holy City to receive the Demon God's commendation and is thus not with the army. Lord Kane Samikina is personally overseeing the rear of this campaign. Please feel free to give any instructions; we'll fully cooperate." Bailang was equally delighted to see Pei Yan, as there was no issue of lip service with Pei Yan's current status and their mutual relations.

"All right then! Let's meet again after my battle here is over. For now, I have some matters to address here, and I advise you to keep your distance. I haven't mastered this power yet, and I'm worried it might affect you if you come too close. Just stay far behind me, and once I've secured the target, you can launch a full assault." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Pei Yan shook hands with Bailang and then turned to fly into the battlefield. As he departed, a legion commander newly assigned to the Kataraga Legion enviously remarked, "Is that Prince Silver Wing Pei Yan? It seems he really has a good relationship with our lord. Is he really as legendary as they say, capable of defeating thousands on his own?"

"Defeating thousands? You're underestimating him! Someone who can become a prince among us as a foreigner surely has more than just that ability. Follow his orders closely and you'll gain insight!" Kodwen, a seasoned soldier newly promoted to legion commander, was an outsider among the group of strong commanders. Though he was elevated by leveraging external factors due to his accomplishments, he had only reached the equivalent of the seventh-rank awakening—a beginner upper-level Demon Race. His foundation was poor, and at his age, that's his limit. He knew who was responsible for all they had achieved today, and he understood how formidable this man was.

His only question now was, if such a strong person still couldn't fully control this power, how terrifying could it be?

Soon, following Pei Yan from afar, he got his answer. Within his sight, Pei Yan's figure moved leisurely across the tops of the Disaster army, and the previously fearless elite fighters were now fleeing from him as if they'd seen a ghost. Some, overwhelmed with fear, collapsed, secreting large amounts of foul-smelling liquid, scared to death right where they stood.

Seeing this, everyone, including Bailang, was puzzled. It wasn't that they doubted Pei Yan's intimidating presence, but the low-level creatures like enslavers, despite their low intelligence, had their strengths—they couldn't discern the strength of an enemy like high-level creatures could. They would blindly charge under the command of the mother insect, even against a formidable foe, but now they feared him like a tiger.

"What's going on here? Lord Bailang, what did he do?" Kodwen, who wasn't very knowledgeable about these matters, curiously asked Bailang.

Having a deeper understanding of Demon Race powers, Bailang had a guess about the source of this ability, albeit uncertain, he said, "I have an idea of what this power might be. I just didn't expect the Demon God would actually bestow it on Pei Yan. Could the rumors about him being an illegitimate child be true? My God, let's see more. This level of display isn't enough."

As if to confirm Bailang's speculation, the battlefield situation changed again. The newly arrived Armored Warriors and Red Armored Warriors couldn't escape the grip of this magic power either. The typically fierce and disciplined Red Armored Warriors, upon encountering Pei Yan, went from initial panic to trembling, and then to uncontrollable inner fear, desperately fleeing. This process only took about thirty seconds. The unaffected outer Red Armored Warriors, trying to block the deserters and simultaneously attack and flee, erupted into conflict. In chaos, these frenzied troops turned their weapons on each other, plunging the Disaster Legion's camp into chaos with countless casualties from mutual attacks and tramplings.

Meanwhile, the most miserable among the troops were the Disaster Spreaders, specialists in attacking others' minds. Previously, they had caused Pei Yan significant trouble, and Pei Yan, never one to easily forgive, seized this chance for retaliation. These individuals received Pei Yan's special attention.