200: She is a demon! The queen of demons!

Finally, in a relatively open forest clearing, they successfully cut off all of Ran Qing's escape routes.

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore?"

The leading Fifth-Rank Demon Race commander grinned as he dropped from the treetops, holding a Demon blade that was still dripping blood.

He looked at Ran Qing, who was surrounded in the center and at the end of her rope, his eyes filled with greed and mockery.

"Tsk tsk, what a top-tier beauty."

"It's a pity, you actually dared to swallow that Spirit Fruit right in front of me."

The Demon Race commander licked his lips; his gaze was filled with naked malice, as if he were looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Since you don't want to hand it over, don't blame me for not knowing how to cherish a beauty."

"After killing you and refining your flesh and blood into a Human Pill, the medicinal power of that Spirit Fruit won't escape either!"

The surrounding Demon Race minions let out harsh, strange laughter, their weapons emitting a chilling light as they closed in step by step.

At this moment, the originally spotless white clothes on Ran Qing were already stained with blood.

She bit her pale lips tightly and, with trembling hands, activated her last few defensive energy talismans.

"Hum!"

A thin layer of light screen rose, shielding her within it.

But under the siege of numerous Demon Race experts, this light screen was like a candle in the wind, precarious and seemingly about to extinguish in the next second.

"Hmph, struggling in vain!"

The Demon Race commander snorted coldly, raised his Demon blade, and prepared to launch the final attack.

Meanwhile, on a towering tree a hundred meters away.

Qin Lang held his breath, his entire body blending into the tree shadows.

Watching Ran Qing, who was trapped in a desperate situation, the killing intent in his eyes had boiled to the extreme.

"You dare touch my senior sister?"

"You're courting death!"

The Chaos Power within his body surged frantically, and his Gods Left Hand was already clenched into a fist.

He was already prepared.

The moment that defensive light shield shattered, he would strike like thunder; even if it meant exposing his trump card, he would slaughter this group of scum!

"Crack!"

Just then, a crisp cracking sound rang out.

That was the mournful sound of the defensive energy talismans exhausting their energy.

The light screen shattered!

"Now is the time!"

Qin Lang's eyes sharpened, his body poised to spring into action.

However.

The next second.

A sudden, unfathomable, and terrifying pressure erupted without warning from the center of the clearing!

Qin Lang's body stiffened abruptly, stopping in his tracks.

That aura... it was too terrifying!

It did not belong to humans, nor did it belong to the Demon Race.

It was a kind of ancient, noble, yet filled with brutality and indifference—Demonic Qi!

"This is..."

Qin Lang widened his eyes, looking at the center of the clearing in disbelief.

He saw that the originally weak and helpless Ran Qing had undergone an earth-shattering change in temperament.

She was still standing there, not even changing her posture.

But those eyes, which were originally gentle like water, had now turned into eerie vertical pupils, revealing an indifference that viewed all living beings as ants.

"Kill!"

The Demon Race commander did not notice this subtle change.

Seeing that the defense was broken, he grinned, and several beams of Devilish Qi combined with his subordinates' attacks into a torrent, crashing down on Ran Qing.

This terrifying strike, sufficient to instantly kill a Fourth-Rank Peak expert, was about to engulf her.

Ran Qing, however, just lifted her eyelids indifferently.

She did not dodge, nor did she use any Magic Treasure.

She just casually raised her fair, jade-like hand and waved it lightly at the Void Realm.

"Disperse."

One word, understated.

Boom!

That torrent of energy, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, actually seemed to hit an invisible wall, collapsing and scattering three feet in front of her!

Turning into specks of light in the sky, vanishing without a trace.

"What?!"

The grin on the Demon Race commander's face froze instantly, his eyeballs nearly popping out.

"This is impossible!"

"You... what is this aura on you?!"

A Demon Race expert with keen perception pointed at Ran Qing in horror, as if he had seen a ghost, his voice trembling.

"Demonic Qi! Such pure and vast Demonic Qi!"

"You are a Demon! You are not human!"

"Noisy."

Ran Qing frowned slightly, her eyes cold.

"Playing god!"

Although the Demon Race commander was shocked, his ferocity was completely triggered.

"Regardless of whether you are human or Demon, you will die today!"

He roared, his entire body erupting with Devilish Qi, and gripped his Demon blade with both hands, unleashing the strongest strike of his life at Ran Qing.

"Demon Slaying Art!"

The blade light was like ink, tearing through the sky.

However.

Facing this lethal strike, Ran Qing merely extended two fingers.

Slender, fair, like spring onions.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

That Demon blade, capable of cutting through steel, was firmly caught by those two fingers, unable to advance even an inch further!

"How could it be..."

The Demon Race commander was terrified.

Before he could react.

"Crack!"

Ran Qing exerted a slight force with her fingertips.

That top-tier Magic Treasure, which had accompanied the commander for many years, was easily shattered by her two fingers like fragile glass!

Immediately after.

Ran Qing's figure became illusory.

Teleportation!

It was not Space Magic, but pure speed pushed to the extreme!

When she appeared again, she was already standing in front of the Demon Race commander.

That seemingly weak, boneless little hand was lightly pressed against his chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

The indestructible Demon armor on the Demon Race commander shattered inch by inch, exploding into countless fragments.

"Pfft—!"

The Demon Race commander spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body flying backward like a cannonball.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

He let out a desperate roar in mid-air.

This woman was too strong! So strong that it completely exceeded his cognition!

In this desperate situation, a flash of madness crossed his eyes.

"You forced me to do this!"

He suddenly pulled a jade bottle from his bosom and crushed it.

A drop of black-red blood, emitting a terrifying pressure, floated out.

That was... the essence blood of a Sixth-Rank Demon Race powerhouse!

"Gulp!"

He swallowed the essence blood in one gulp.

Boom!

An extremely violent aura erupted from his body; his physique expanded instantly, and his strength was forcibly pushed to the Half-Step Sixth-Rank level in a short period!

"Die for me!!"

The Demon Race commander's eyes were bloodshot; gathering all his strength, he launched a desperate, suicidal attack.

This strike was enough to shake mountains!

However.

Facing this violent offensive, Ran Qing's expression remained calm.

She still extended that fair hand, without any fancy tricks, meeting it head-on!

"Boom—!"

The two forces collided fiercely in the air.

The outcome, however, was despairing.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

The Demon Race commander's thick arm twisted and deformed the moment it made contact, the web between his thumb and index finger split open, blood dripping everywhere.

His massive body, as if hit by a speeding train, slammed heavily onto the ground again, creating a deep pit.

"Cough, cough..."

The Demon Race commander lay at the bottom of the pit, spitting out mouthfuls of black blood mixed with organ fragments.

In his eyes, there was now only endless fear and despair.

He pointed his trembling finger at the white figure walking slowly toward him, letting out the last roar of his life:

"This kind of power... this kind of suppression..."

"Demon King! She is a Demon King!!"

"A true... King among demons!"

Before the words fell.

An eerie light shot from Ran Qing's fingertips, instantly piercing through his brow.

The voice stopped abruptly.

Died on the spot!

The words "Demon King" were like a death-inducing curse, making the remaining few Demon Race members terrified out of their wits.

"Run! Run quickly!"

Another Fifth-Rank Demon Race member was so terrified his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, turning into black smoke as he tried to flee.

"Can you escape?"

Ran Qing's cold voice drifted in the wind.

Her figure vanished like a ghost, and the next second, she appeared behind the fleeing Demon Race member.

A strike through the heart!

In just a few breaths.

This powerful Demon Race pursuit team was completely wiped out!

In the distance.

Qin Lang, hiding in the tree canopy, witnessed the entire process of this earth-shattering reversal.

He was frozen, shocked beyond measure.

That gentle, lovely, and considerate senior sister who had taken such good care of him along the way...

That Genius Ran Qing from Kunlun Academy...

Her true identity was actually a Demon King with strength comparable to, or even exceeding, the Sixth Rank!