Chapter 52: This Kid Has Completely Lost His Mind!

"My lord, don't!"

Bai Suzhen cried out weakly.

"This demonic core is far too perverse and eerie. If you absorb it, you will—"

"There is no time left!"

Han Yang interrupted her. "This is the only way now!"

He took a deep breath, frantically drawing the power of the demonic core into his body.

The power of the demonic core was violent and grotesque, slithering through him like venomous snakes, tearing at his meridians and scorching his internal organs.

"Agh—"

Han Yang let out a painful roar, his body trembling violently, on the verge of shattering at any moment.

At that very instant, an even more formidable power surged from within him, colliding with the energy of the demonic core and fusing with it.

Han Yang's body erupted with a dazzling radiance, golden light, bloody crimson, and pitch-black intertwining.

They formed a colossal sphere of light, enveloping the entire mountain peak within it...

Abruptly, the light dissipated, and Han Yang's figure appeared before everyone.

His eyes had turned a bloody crimson, and a pair of massive black wings unfurled behind his back, exuding a heart-palpitating demonic aura.

"Th-This... What is happening?"

Zhu Ganglie widened his eyes, stammering.

Han Yang slowly lifted his head, a bizarre smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and spoke in a raspy voice:

"Now, the game has only just begun..."

The crimson light faded, leaving Han Yang's silhouette clearly visible.

The black wings spread behind him like thick ink splashed across the sky, blotting out the sun and moon.

His blood-red eyes swept over the group, the corner of his mouth curving into a bloodthirsty, chilling sneer.

"Damn it! The brat has been consumed by inner demons!"

Zhu Ganglie's plump body shuddered, and he instinctively took a step back, gripping the rake in his hands even tighter.

Bai Suzhen's pretty face turned deathly pale. Fighting through her injuries, she cried out urgently:

"My lord! Pull yourself together! It's me, Xiaobai!"

Han Yang turned a deaf ear to her plea, his crimson eyes filled solely with the desire for slaughter.

He abruptly lashed out with his black wings, a violent wave of demonic energy sweeping outward, blasting Bai Suzhen, Zhu Ganglie, and the Flood Dragon backward.

"Cough, cough..."

Bai Suzhen crashed heavily to the ground, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

She looked up at Han Yang, her eyes brimming with deep anxiety.

"Boss! Old Pig—"

Zhu Ganglie struggled to his feet, only to be struck once more by Han Yang's demonic aura, his fat body rolling away like a bouncing ball.

The Flood Dragon's massive form thrashed on the ground several times, letting out painful roars.

Seeing this, the remnant soul of the Demonic Lord was overjoyed, seizing the chance to flee.

However, the demonized Han Yang moved even faster, flashing before the remnant soul like a streak of black lightning in an instant.

"Trying to run? Too late!"

Han Yang grabbed the Demonic Lord's remnant soul, crushing it fiercely within his grasp.

"No! Don't..."

The remnant soul let out a desperate shriek, utterly unable to break free from Han Yang's control.

A cruel glint flashed in Han Yang's eyes as he opened his maw and devoured the remnant soul, absorbing it completely.

"Agh..."

Having absorbed the power of the Demonic Lord's remnant soul, Han Yang let out a long howl to the heavens, his demonic aura growing even more violent, as if intending to obliterate the entire world.

"We're finished! The brat has completely lost his mind!"

Zhu Ganglie cried out in despair.

Bai Suzhen endured her pain, a look of resolute determination flashing in her eyes.

She recalled Han Yang once mentioning that there was a power deep within him capable of suppressing demonic nature.

"I must save Young Master Han!"

Bai Suzhen clenched her teeth and charged recklessly toward Han Yang.

"Xiaobai! Don't go over there! It's dangerous!"

Zhu Ganglie shouted anxiously.

Ignoring his warning, Bai Suzhen drew close to Han Yang.

She poured her own demonic energy into his body while continuously calling out his name:

"My lord! Han Yang! Wake up! It's me, Xiaobai!"

Han Yang's body shook violently as two opposing forces clashed fiercely within him like two dragons fighting for supremacy.

"Agh..."

Han Yang roared in agony, his body flickering between golden radiance and black vapor.

Bai Suzhen refused to give up, wrapping her arms tightly around Han Yang.

She channeled a steady stream of her own demonic essence into him while endlessly whispering his name.

Finally, under Bai Suzhen's persistent efforts, the bloodline power of the Golden-Winged Great鹏 (Peng) dormant within Han Yang was awakened.

It began to fight back against the malevolence of the demonic core.

The golden light gradually gained the upper hand, banishing the black miasma inch by inch.

Han Yang's roars slowly subsided, and his blood-red eyes gradually regained their clarity.

"Suzhen..."

Han Yang opened his eyes weakly, gazing at Bai Suzhen's face just inches from his own.

"My lord! You're finally awake!"

Bai Suzhen wept tears of joy, pulling Han Yang into a tight embrace.

Han Yang gently stroked Bai Suzhen's glossy hair, feeling the softness of her body as a wave of warmth surged through his heart.

"What... what just happened to me?"

Han Yang asked in puzzlement.

"You were controlled by the demonic core. Fortunately, Lady Suzhen managed to awaken you."

Zhu Ganglie walked over, still visibly shaken.

Only then did Han Yang recall the events that had just transpired, feeling a lingering wave of fear.

Looking down at Bai Suzhen in his arms, his eyes were filled with profound gratitude.

"Thank you, Suzhen."

Bai Suzhen smiled gently and replied, "My lord, as long as you are safe, nothing else matters."

At that very moment, Han Yang suddenly sensed an unusual sensation.

Glancing down, he realized that Bai Suzhen's garments had been torn somewhere during the chaos, revealing vast expanses of snow-white skin.

His gaze fell upon her, and he finally noticed her tattered clothes and the accidental exposure of her charms.

Pristine skin peeked vaguely through the fragmented fabric, adding an even greater touch of allure.

Stricken with guilt and cursing himself inwardly as a brute, he quickly stripped off his outer robe and draped it over Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen's cheeks flushed crimson instantly, resembling a ripe peach, dripping with delicate allure.

Lowering her head, she dared not meet Han Yang's eyes, her slender fingers tightly clutching the lapel of the robe, portraying a picture of bashful loveliness.

"Umm... Old Pig, go find the Flood Dragon and discuss our next steps. I need to... ahem... discuss something with Xiaobai."

Han Yang gave a couple of dry coughs and winked at Zhu Ganglie.

Taking the hint immediately, Zhu Ganglie broke into a wide grin.

"Got it! Old Pig is on it. You two chat slowly, take your time..."

With that, he dashed off in a puff of dust, not forgetting to cast backward winks and lewd smiles.

Once Zhu Ganglie had departed, Han Yang looked at the bashful Bai Suzhen before him and said softly:

"Xiaobai, I'm sorry. I was controlled by the demonic core earlier and didn't mean to offend you."

Bai Suzhen gently shook her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"My lord, I understand. As long as you're okay, it's fine."

She raised her head and asked with concern,

"My lord, how do you feel? Is anything still hurting or uncomfortable?"

Han Yang circulated his internal spiritual energy, sensing the rhythmic pulse of the Golden-Winged Peng bloodline.

He confirmed that the demonic miasma had been purged, though the power of the demonic core still lurked within like a ticking time bomb, merely suppressed for the time being.

"I'm fine now, but the power of the demonic core remains. We must stay vigilant in the future."

He looked down once more at Bai Suzhen's shy demeanor.

A sudden impulse stirred in his heart, and a bold idea bloomed.

With a swift pull, he tumbled Bai Suzhen onto the grass, his gaze burning and a wicked, enchanting smile playing on his lips.

"Suzhen, you were so worried about me, weren't you?

How about... we test things out to see just how well I've recovered?"

Bai Suzhen let out a soft gasp as she fell onto the soft turf.

Han Yang pressed his body over hers, his warm breath dancing across her face and driving her into an even deeper state of bashful panic.

She attempted to struggle, yet found herself entirely powerless to resist, leaving her utterly at his mercy.