To kill a top-ten demon emperor within the Thousand Demon Den.

Just how great a risk that was, Shen Yi understood better than anyone.

But what he understood even better was that this lion's skin of his had already reached the end of its road within the Thousand Demon Den.

Anything he wanted to obtain from here on—

would have to be paid for with the lives of human cultivators. And he would have no choice about it.

He was only playing a demon. He had never intended to become one in truth.

He needed a higher station now.

And even in the worst case — even if this identity was truly ruined — he still had the Dark-Tail Demon Emperor's skin to fall back on. And he'd have killed one of the Ten Great Demon Emperors besides. By any accounting, it was no loss.

The thick crimson ink entered Lingxi's and the Nether-Gloom Spider Emperor's field of vision.

And then settled quietly upon the Spider Emperor's body.

In an instant, its flesh gave off a gurgling sound, and that supreme demon body of the world's first rank simply began to boil.

Like a searing brand, it bit fast into the creature's body, turning into a stroke of crimson ink.

"Aaah!! Kill the one laying the formation! Kill him!"

The Nether-Gloom Spider Emperor howled and shrieked, curling into a ball, rolling across the ground.

Watching this horrifying sight—

Lingxi froze for a moment. From the angle she stood at, the one laying the formation... how did it look like the lion?

She suddenly recalled what Junior Brother Yu had said earlier.

This lion's ambition ran deep, and it seemed to have a habit of using cultivators' hands to slaughter its own kind.

To hell with it! Killing one of them is never wrong!

Lingxi suddenly snapped back to herself. Last time, it was precisely her moment of distraction that had led to her junior brothers' and sisters' deaths.

The same mistake — she absolutely could not make it twice.

"Cloud-Overturning Sea-Treading Seal!"

Perfected Master Lingxi worked spells with both hands…