This is an overwhelming defeat due to absolute strength.

"Your Majesty, please don't be angry. Your subordinate was just being overly protective of his master and didn't know any better. Please don't hold it against him."

Cold sweat beaded on the Night King's forehead, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. He had originally thought that his strength was on par with that of the Demon God, but now he realized that he had underestimated this demon.

"Hahaha…"

After a moment of silence in the hall, the pressure suddenly eased, and Ming Huashang burst into laughter, saying arrogantly, "It was just a joke, I hope the Night King won't take it seriously."

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. I understand."

The Night King lowered his posture even more than when he first arrived, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He enjoys dealing with arrogant people like this. One day, I, the King, will surely trample you under my feet, you devil! Your arrogance won't last long!

"Tell me about your cooperation plan," Ming Huashang said, taking a sip of tea with interest.

The Night King glanced at his still empty desk, took a deep breath, and then said, "Let my strategist tell you the details."

"Can."

Ming Huashang readily agreed. Although the Night King might have thought his status was noble, in Ming Huashang's eyes, all of them, the Corpse Clan, were the same, without any difference.

"Your Majesty, you may not know this, but our zombie clan has almost the same preferences as the demon clan; we both live by feeding on blood."

The strategist zombie stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and then said, "Especially for humans with innate Dao bodies, the taste is absolutely superb."

As the strategist zombie spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed, revealing a hint of longing, suggesting that he truly craved humans.

"Really? But I remember that Shi Wuxie especially liked eating monsters."

At this moment, Ming Huashang gently stroked Li Qingyi's portrait and said indifferently, "Aren't you from the same clan? I suppose your interests aren't too different."

"No... that's not true. Monsters and the like are just a last resort as substitutes."

Upon hearing this, the strategist zombie quickly explained, "If we could have blood food, that would be what we want most. The higher the quality of the blood food, the greater the benefit to us."

"How would I know that one day you might suddenly find blood food unpalatable and want to try something different?"

Ming Huashang smiled and said, "After all, you get tired of eating the same thing for too long, don't you think, Night King?"

"Hehe, Lord God and Demon, you jest. Not to mention that the demon is truly bitter and hard to swallow for us, even with you here, we wouldn't dare."

Night King broke out in a cold sweat. He hadn't expected Ming Huashang to ask such a sharp question. If he hadn't prepared his answer beforehand, he might have really been caught off guard.

"What you said is true."

Ming Huashang nodded in agreement, saying, "My people cannot be touched by just anyone."

"That's right, that's right, Your Majesty is overthinking it," the Night King quickly said with a smile.

"Alright."

Ming Huashang smiled mockingly and said to the strategist zombie, "Continue."

"Yes."

The strategist zombie was already drenched in cold sweat. After calming himself down, he continued, "But the gods are the guardians of these blood-eating creatures. With the existence of the gods, our lives have become very difficult. We have to be extremely careful even if we want to eat a two-legged beast."