This battle lasted an entire day, leaving the whole square in chaos, and countless large and small pits appeared on the ground, stained with blood.

In the distance, the corpses of Abyssal Behemoths lay scattered around. Ling Feng stood on the head of a bull-headed beast, holding the Abyssal Bull Horn in his hand. The beast looked at Ling Feng with eyes full of despair, its body covered with numerous wounds.

"Heh heh, try ganging up on me again; now you know how tough I am!" Ling Feng swayed, bearing many injuries, especially a huge chest wound, so deep that bone was visible, even showing the pulsation of his organs.

The bloodline of the Abyss has an incredible recovery speed, but even so, it couldn't quickly heal the serious injuries all over Ling Feng's body.

Ling Feng looked at the bull-headed beast beneath him; this was the last beast. By killing it, Ling Feng could clear the level.

"Die!" Ling Feng suddenly stomped with all his might on the beast's head.

The bull-headed beast let out a wail, its head bursting like a watermelon, and its entire body fell limp to the ground.

Ling Feng jumped down, completely exhausted. To deal with these twelve Abyssal Behemoths, Ling Feng had squeezed out every last ounce of his strength, even at the cost of trading blows.

Exhausting half a day and his last bit of strength, Ling Feng finally killed them all, which brought him a sense of mental release.

"Great, I can finally... rest..." After saying this, Ling Feng collapsed to the ground, the black patterns on his body gradually faded, and the Demon's Horn on his forehead slowly disappeared.

In the distant Abyssal Plane, a stunning Abyssal Woman lifted her head in slight surprise: "I didn't expect that little guy to pass the level I set up so quickly. Could it be that the strength of my Twelve Guardian Beasts was too weak?"

"No, that's not right!" the Abyssal Witch immediately dismissed her thought. "Looks like I underestimated that little guy. He's quite an interesting little fellow. Oh? I actually forgot to ask his name... oh well, there'll be a chance to meet again in the future, and then I can study him properly!"

At this moment, a Golden Armor Warrior arrived in front of the Abyssal Witch. "Her Highness The Great Princess, the Demon King is already waiting for you at the Demon King's Palace."

The Abyssal Witch waved her hand and said, "I know, I want to go back to take a bath now. Whatever it is, wait until I'm done."

The Golden Armor Warrior hesitated: "Her Highness, the Lord Demon King said that you must go over now..."

As soon as the words were out, the Abyssal Witch waved her hand, and the Golden Armor Warrior was heavily slammed to the ground, his golden armor covered with countless cracks, and a trickle of blood fell from his lips.

The Golden Armor Warrior looked horrified. His armor was made from the scales of an Abyssal Giant Lizard, reducing damage by half, yet it couldn't withstand even a casual blow from The Great Princess!

No wonder the old foxes at the Demon King's Palace all refused the task, sending him, a rookie, instead. They must have known all of this beforehand!

"Hmph, I said let the Demon King wait for me!" the Abyssal Witch said casually. "Has my long absence from the Abyss made anyone forget my rules?"

Sweat poured down the Golden Armor Warrior's face. The strength of The Great Princess was immense; even if she didn't match the Demon King, she was likely not far off!

"Please calm your anger, Great Princess!" A gentle voice came through: "The Lord Demon King has already prepared a grand feast at the Demon King's Palace to welcome you, Her Highness The Great Princess. Your sacrifices for the future of the Abyssal Clan make you a role model for us all!"

A fan-wielding Abyssal Man appeared; he was the Demon King's strategist and an old acquaintance of Her Highness The Great Princess.

"Welcoming me? Spare me the pretense!" the Abyssal Witch replied coldly. "The only reason I guarded Earth was because I lost a bet with him. I'm in no mood to see him. Haven't I been tricked enough?"

The strategist chuckled bitterly: "Her Highness, if you just softened a bit, the Demon King wouldn't be after you relentlessly. But you..."

"You want me to soften up to that guy? Are you drunk?" the Abyssal Witch sneered. "I don't care what the Demon King has in mind. I'm too lazy to deal with him now. You guys get lost; I'm going to the Abyssal Demon Archives to take a good bath!"

"Her Highness..." Before the strategist could continue, the Abyssal Witch had already vanished.

At this moment, the Golden Armor Warrior looked at the strategist with a resentful eye: "Strategist, did you foresee this situation? Otherwise, your appearance is too coincidental!"

The strategist chuckled and said, "Well... Her Highness The Great Princess certainly accumulated some fire inside because of certain matters. So, someone had to bear her anger."

"So that person is me?" The Golden Armor Warrior smiled wryly, "Do you know, I almost got beaten to death by The Great Princess just now!"

"Rest assured." The strategist patted the Golden Armor Warrior on the shoulder. "Her Highness was just venting some frustration. She wouldn't kill you."

The Golden Armor Warrior snorted, "That's not certain. If not for the protection of my golden armor, I might already be dead!"

The strategist smiled and said, "You misunderstood me. What I meant was, if Her Highness wanted to kill you, wearing ten layers of golden armor wouldn't help at all!"

"The terror of The Great Princess isn't something you can understand right now!" The strategist laughed and said, "Go have a few drinks to celebrate your survival!"

The Golden Armor Warrior stared wide-eyed; could The Great Princess really be that terrifying?

"By the way, I'll let you in on a secret. The title 'Abyssal Witch' was self-declared by The Great Princess, and she is the only one in the Abyss who dared to vie for the Lord Demon King's title. Think about that!"

With that, the strategist left leisurely, leaving behind a Golden Armor Warrior drenched in cold sweat.

"Now that Her Highness The Great Princess has vented her anger, reporting to the Lord Demon King should suffice," the strategist mused while stroking his chin.

The happenings in the Abyssal Plane were beyond Ling Feng's awareness. He now found himself standing at the entrance of Panlong Mountain Villa, but the women there looked at him with a mix of fear and disgust.

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