Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 595 Lelajin’s Legacy (Requesting Subscription)

Cornered, Dieterma finally realized that today, his opponents were determined to kill him. Realizing that words were futile, he knew that the only hope for his survival and that of his family lay in defeating the mastermind of this event, a man named Shitang Longsi!

If he died, the alliance between the two races would inevitably disintegrate, giving him a chance to escape amidst the chaos. With his mind made up, Dieterma took out a rusted ring from his pocket and shouted, "Stop! Samikina, look at this! With this item, I have the authority to command and control the troops at the sanctuaries outside the Holy City. Attacking me would be akin to treason. Can you bear such a burden?" As he spoke, Dieterma subtly gestured downward with his other hand.

Pei Yan, who took all this in, dismissed it with a smirk. He deliberately flew a few meters forward, away from the crowd, and, eyeing the ring, mocked, "So this is a token from your Demon God? It seems your Demon Race is truly at its wit's end!"

"Mr. Shitang, please don't joke. The Demon God needs no extravagant items to prove his identity. This ring bears his mark, unmistakable to any of our race!" After explaining with a stern face, Samikina turned to Dieterma and shouted, "Dieterma, don't make futile struggles and deceive these innocent soldiers to die for you! The Demon God has clearly stated that you only have the right to command three thousand personal guards for self-protection upon achieving great victory at the frontline. The Demon God foresaw your ill intentions! Soldiers, today Dieterma has harmed allies and broken the alliance, a heinous act of treason against the Demon God. Lay down your arms, and we assure you that you will not be held accountable."

Pei Yan turned sideways, nodding towards Samikina. This old man's flattery was flawless. Then, turning back to Dieterma, he chuckled, "Did you hear that? They said..."

Before he could finish, Dieterma raised his left hand. The six hundred demon warlocks, who had been prepared long before the encirclement, activated the star disk, unleashing two beams of the Demon God's Praises, aiming straight at Pei Yan after Dieterma infused his power into them.

Amidst Samikina's horrified gaze, the force accurately struck Pei Yan. Seeing this, Dieterma was overjoyed! His suspicions were right; his greatest fear was that Pei Yan truly possessed the strength shown in the light sphere images against Lelajin. If that were true, even combining all of them, it wouldn't be enough to stop him.

But after meeting him and multiple investigations, Dieterma realized the opponent had only mid-high demon power at his peak. If that were the case, being hit by two beams of the Demon God's Praises would either kill or severely injure him.

Thinking this, Dieterma couldn't help but feel secretly proud. He turned around, waving and shouting, "Everyone, break out with me!"

"They said the main culprits will be punished, but the accomplices won't! Why can't people let others finish speaking? And damn this cigar!"

Hearing this voice, Dieterma froze. Turning back, he saw Pei Yan, who had been struck by the Demon God's Praises, unharmed except for the cigar in his mouth, which was turning to ash under the power of death.

How did he dodge that attack? Power of Space? No, he didn't sense spatial fluctuations! And judging by the cigar smoke in his mouth, he indeed got hit by the Demon God's Praises!

But why did he suffer no loss at all? Unable to figure out the logic, Dieterma was thrown into a state of fear and madness.

Pei Yan couldn't care less about what Dieterma thought. This was just a fool with a slow mind, unable to grasp the conversation between him and Little Friedrich. He was aware of the six hundred warlocks' setup; this kind of sneak attack was a method Pei Yan had used extensively. How could he fall for it?

"Air Slash!"

A soft command issued by Pei Yan from the air. Samikina, who had rushed to Pei Yan's side and was still recovering from the shock of his unscathed escape from the Demon God's Praises, was left even more astonished as Pei Yan made a shocking gesture.

Pei Yan bent the index fingers of both hands and hooked his thumbs over them in a flicking gesture. Having battled with Lelajin on the battlefield for a long time, Samikina naturally knew what this meant. Could it be!

The next moment, the air slash launched from Pei Yan's fingertips confirmed his thoughts, racing straight for the two groups of demon warlocks in the enemy camp. Having already performed a combined attack, the warlocks were exhausted. Faced with this attack, they panicked, unable to escape. After constructing a few crystallized defensive walls, the air slash struck hard.

Like a hot knife through butter, the formation of six hundred warlocks was effortlessly cleaved in two. But that wasn't the end. After the air slash passed, a series of violent explosions followed. Those lucky enough to survive the initial slash were blown sky-high by the ensuing flames.

Samikina's expression as he looked at Pei Yan had changed from shock to terror. This move was exactly what Lelajin had used before! Even so, he wasn't seeing Pei Yan's extraordinary actions for the first time. Yet, the additional explosive effect of his strike was beyond what even Lelajin could accomplish. How did he do it? Is this guy a monster?

Ignoring Samikina's gaze, as if wanting to dissect and study him, Pei Yan watched the flames rising from the enemy camp with ecstatic glee, exclaiming, "I really owe this to Lelajin for giving me such a wonderful gift!"

After devouring the Blood Demon Origin Fragment within Lelajin, not only did it greatly modify his body, the greatest gain was acquiring the ability to execute compressed air attacks. Previously, Lelajin could only use air slashes, but in Pei Yan's hands, it was like adding wings to a tiger, for he already had the ability to control gases!

The combination of the two capabilities allowed Pei Yan to utilize them more efficiently than Lelajin. Not only could he compress air faster, but he could also change the state and shape of the compressed gas. His attack just now was a mix of methane and pure oxygen, compressed. After the slash, a small spark caused a series of violent explosions.

In the glow of the raging fire, Pei Yan's battle lust soared to unprecedented heights. He only wished to engage in a fierce battle to vent his pent-up rage. With this thought, he boldly stepped forward, brimming with heroism, and declared, "Who dares to fight me!"

Rattled by Pei Yan's earlier attack, the fear was evident on the faces of Dieterma and his cohorts. Hearing Pei Yan's challenge, they instinctively retreated.

"Who dares to fight me!" Pei Yan continued taunting as he walked forward slowly. After shouting three times, he observed the enemy camp, seeing their hesitant, fearful posturing, and couldn't help but sneer disdainfully, "A bunch of cowardly fools with grand ambitions but little talent, how dare you harm my brother! Old Jiang! Watch as your brother avenges you today and slays the traitors!"

"Good!" Jiang Feiyang, who seemed half-dead before, now lifted his head high, ignoring the wounds on his face, and laughed heartily.