Not only Bailang but even Pei Yan, who was in the room, could see that the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for Ye Ruozai. Observing his actions growing sluggish, and the sweat continuously dripping down his temple, for the first time, he was so concerned as a spectator that he couldn't help but speak up again: "Stop engaging him in a duel; there's something wrong with his black water!"

There was no response from Ye Ruozai through the earpiece, and the battle continued on the field. Leohard, who instinctively cornered Ye Ruozai into a dead-end, showed a confident smile on his face. As he launched a more fierce pursuit attack, he taunted leisurely: "Your boss's arrogance and conceit have defeated you! The power of death I've grasped may not instantly doom people like your mysterious superior, but it covers a broader area, continuously draining the enemy's vitality in battle. Give up, you can barely hold on, can't you?"

"Huh!" Ye Ruozai took advantage of the momentum to deflect the incoming greatsword with his longsword and let out a long breath. He tilted his head back, panting and chuckling softly: "Mr. Leohard, have you already exhibited all your abilities?"

"What an ungrateful guy!" Even while in adversity, he dared to speak with such disdain. The loss of home, hardships during the escape, and the constrained situation at the refuge—along with Pei Yan's past arrogant behaviors—all accumulated into embittered feelings in Leohard's chest, which exploded at this moment.

Suddenly, his horns broke through the scalp and grew three inches, emitting a dazzling red light. As his body expanded rapidly, his eyes turned crimson, akin to the two gossamer wings behind him, where three pairs of star-like light discs symmetrically illuminated on the ink-black wings.

"That fool! He's completely enraged Leohard!" Bailang thought to himself, realizing this was bad news. More than anyone from these different planes, as a Demon Race member, he understood the situation better. No matter how gentle they normally appear, inherently, all Demon Race members are warlike and bloodthirsty. If Leohard doesn't enter the sacrifice state, he might retain a sliver of sanity and show mercy. But once he falls into the sacrifice state, his soul would align closely with the power of the Demon God, descending into a state of frenzied slaughter.

Having already tested the true abilities of these beings from the foundational planes, Mr. Shitang should also see the power gap between the two sides clearly. Henceforth, any reckless action would be restrained, and there was no need for Leohard to kill the opponent, which would cast a bloody shadow over this cooperation.

Having thought of this, Bailang took a step forward to end the duel, but was stopped by Xia Yu, who came rushing in. She slightly bowed her head and softly said, "Mr. Shitang does not wish for this sparring to be interfered with by outsiders."

"I'm saving your people's life; can't you and Mr. Shitang see he's on the edge? Leohard's subsequent battle will render him irrational, and he might truly lose his life here!" Bailang rebuked angrily.

Upon hearing this, Xia Yu turned her head to glance at the scene. She and Pei Yan were equally worried about Ye Ruozai's safety. However, just moments ago, their communication channel simultaneously transmitted Ye Ruozai's whisper: "Trust me, I can win!"

For this rumored young genius of the Investigation Bureau, both she and Pei Yan chose to believe in him!

Turning back, Xia Yu recalled the information Pei Yan conveyed through the earpiece. She looked at Bailang and displayed a confident smile identical to Ye Ruozai's, saying, "There is a saying from where we come from: Life or death is fated, wealth and honor by destiny. Mr. Shitang said, since it's sparring, naturally, there'll be casualties. If his subordinate Ye unfortunately dies, it's attributed to his lack of skill and bad luck, we would absolutely not hold Miss Sifuer's side responsible, nor affect our future cooperation."

"Fine, fine, fine!" Bailang repeated 'fine' thrice. Looking at the smile on the woman's face, he had seen it on Pei Yan's face and the currently passive Ye's face being struck, too. He didn't understand where these people's confidence stemmed from, but he understood the meaning behind her words: I won't hold it against you if my subordinate dies on the spot, and likewise, if Leohard is killed by them, I have no right to complain.

They were thus confident of victory!

"Leohard!" Bailang's call echoed in Leohard's mind. As his transformation was nearing completion and reason gradually faded, he turned his gaze towards the sideline. He knew this was the mind-consuming mental voice transmission technique employed by Lord Bailang.

"Crush the opponent with all your might! Absolutely don't allow the enemy a chance to turn the tables!" After delivering this message, it seemed Bailang made a difficult decision, finally instructing, "Even if you accidentally kill him, it's okay!"

This duel, which he initiated as a probe, absolutely couldn't be lost!

Upon hearing this command, Leohard's lips curled into a cruel, excited grin. He turned his head to look at Ye Ruozai with disdain, saying, "It seems your superior has abandoned you, how pitiful! Now all you can do is pray for divine protection, but unfortunately, in this territory, you lot of god-blasphemers are destined not to receive the blessings of the Demon God."

No sooner had his words fallen than Leohard vanished swiftly like a flash of lightning from his spot. The places he passed erupted with thunderous wind and unstoppable momentum, stirring up a wave of darkness. In the next second, the greatsword, too fast to be seen clearly, cut directly towards Ye Ruozai's chest.

Boom! The longsword and greatsword collided, and the frail, source-shrouded longsword was instantly deformed by the blow. Ye Ruozai's body was knocked back by the powerful force, but Bailang gave him no chance to catch his breath, as if feeling unsatisfied with merely slashing, he swung the greatsword towards Ye Ruozai.

In mid-air, he forcibly adjusted his body, barely evading the attack from the greatsword whizzing through the air. Yet, he didn't anticipate that while he had dodged it, his cloak hadn't, so the greatsword pierced through his cloak, dragging him and causing him to continue falling backward.

At this moment, Leohard had already rushed up, his wings spread, and hands extended wide. More than ten fireballs, wind blades, and dazzling lightning bolts hurled alternately towards Ye Ruozai's body. While furiously launching his attacks, he laughed maniacally: "Hey, you guys aren't the only ones with geniuses among these different planes; we have them too, and the one you're facing can control four types of magic energy simultaneously. A pitiable and hateful fool—obviously an incompetent being chose the wrong opponent and dared speak arrogantly! Although I don't agree with your superior, his actions I do approve of: Arrogance without ability comes with consequences!"

Saying this, he waved his hand, and the black water on the ground surged up, enveloping the charred and battered Ye Ruozai under successive attack, wrapping him entirely. Then, his right hand made an empty grab as the greatsword embedded in the ground, dragging along the tattered remnants of Ye Ruozai's cloak as it returned with force. With a flick of the greatsword, the debris on the blade shattered, without giving any onlookers a chance to plead for mercy; the greatsword plunged straight towards the humanoid form created by the black water, piercing into its chest.