"I understand," Xia Xiang said, then paused for a moment. "You guys continue, I'm leaving."

“Hey, I’ll go with you,” Xuanming suggested.

"You should stay and protect Jiu Wu," Xia Xiang rolled her eyes at him, giving him no chance to speak further.

"Xuanming, you don't actually like Huaiying, do you? How many years apart are you? Is this appropriate?" Gun Spirit King suddenly changed his skin and summoned the Divine Walker.

"Of course, a lifelong bachelor like you wouldn't understand," Xuan Ming said, arms crossed, looking in the direction of the Alliance camp with a profound and unfathomable expression.

"Then tell me," Shenxinghe suggested in the same serious manner as him.

"I won't tell," Xuanming refused with a stern face.

He always advocated that the natural order of things should be followed, and the only time he intervened was in Huaiying's case, but the outcome was as bad as expected.

Worst of all, he knew all her pain, yet he couldn't offer her any help.

So every time, he told himself that she was a stranger now, not Huaiying. Although she was Huaiying to the world, she was just Xia Xiang to herself and him.

—The Demon Palace—

Xia Xiang stopped once she reached the vicinity of the Demon Palace and slowly walked towards it, as if she were strolling through her own backyard.

Any demons, monsters, or wandering ghosts in the demon realm that showed themselves were instantly killed. Xia Xiang walked unimpeded to the center of the square in front of the demon palace.

At this moment, the turbid aura converged towards the center, gradually forming a black mist wall several meters high. The roars of demons were mixed with the sounds of red and white lightning intertwining and weaving through the black mist. The environment of the demon palace became increasingly dark, completely surrounding her.

Xia Xiang took out a scroll and let it float not far above her head. The faint light pierced through the thick black fog, and the entire square could be seen clearly.

"Turn the brightness down a bit, it's too bright for our eyes," Xia Xiang said.

Left with no other option, the scroll could only turn its already dim light down to the lowest setting...

Xia Xiang wandered aimlessly through the flowing black mist, completely disregarding direction. Then she stopped, struck out with a palm from a distance, and the black mist vanished without a trace in an instant.

"Huaiying, you can't kill me!" Diablo's voice rang out from behind Xia Xiang, filled with resentment and anger. "Even Huai Yuanchu didn't dare to kill me easily. Or do you want to be the culprit who destroys the balance of good and evil and destroys the universe?"

"You're far inferior to them," Xia Xiang said with a disdainful expression. "You know which 'them' I'm talking about."

Diablo is the weakest of the Demon Lord's avatars, and he also prefers to use underhanded tricks.

"Ah! Huaiying! You bastard! ￥%#@&……%" Diablo was immediately enraged and cursed in demonic language.

"I came to settle a personal score with you. It has nothing to do with the twelve timelines, let alone disrupt the balance of good and evil." Xia Xiang still wanted him to die knowing the truth. While explaining, she gathered her energy, intending to cripple him in one blow and seal him away.

"To avenge your little lover?" Diablo stopped and asked.

"Even on the verge of death, you're still so gossipy. If I ever see them again, I'll spread your gossipy image far and wide." With that, Xia Xiang slammed her palm down, scattering Diablo.

"It's been three years, and you've gotten weaker?" Diablo mocked arrogantly, but his laughter soon faded.

When he was scattered, countless tiny pillars of light rose from the ground, dividing him into many parts, and a transparent barrier formed around him. Now he is unable to gather energy or leave this place.