**Chapter 2: The Descent of Night**

The night was deep, the wind howled violently, and dust swirled across the open ground, as if heralding the eerie calm before an impending storm.

Dark energy coiled around Yehuang's body, emitting a low, ominous hum—a resonance born from the extreme compression of demonic power.

Heiya's expression turned grim. He could sense the raging force awakening within Yehuang. This was no ordinary demonic aura—it carried an unsettling pressure that gnawed at the edges of his instincts.

"This power... something's wrong," Heiya thought to himself.

Yet, he was not one to be intimidated by mere presence alone.

"Just a bit of aura, and you think you can frighten me?" Heiya scoffed. His own demonic energy surged as he stepped forward, vanishing in a blur as he charged toward Yehuang.

Yehuang's gaze remained cold. His right hand rose slightly, black mist swirling in his palm like an abyss that devoured all light. Instead of retreating, he met Heiya's assault head-on, striking out with force.

Boom!

As their attacks collided, a powerful shockwave erupted, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the ground.

Heiya felt an overwhelming force travel through his arm, momentarily halting his momentum.

"What?!"

Shock flashed across his face, but before he could react, Yehuang had already closed the distance, his speed nearly doubling from before.

Bang!

Heiya's chest took a heavy blow, his body hurtling backward until he crashed into a nearby stone pillar, a cloud of dust billowing around him.

The surrounding demons stared in stunned silence.

They had never seen Yehuang display such terrifying strength before.

"This brat... when did he become so powerful?"

"Heiya actually got knocked back?!"

Heiya clenched his teeth against the pain in his chest, slowly rising to his feet, his gaze locking onto Yehuang with renewed wariness.

"So, you've been hiding your true power all this time."

Yehuang said nothing. He merely stood there, his silver-white hair dancing in the night wind, golden irises gleaming ever brighter.

Heiya growled, his demonic energy flaring to its peak. A crimson glow spread across his body, pulsing like a burning wildfire.

"Fine then. No more holding back!"

With a deep roar, Heiya's arms swelled, fangs bared, and behind him, a massive blood-red wolf phantom materialized.

He had unleashed his Bloodline Awakening.

Yet Yehuang remained unfazed, his fingers curling ever so slightly as the darkness around him grew thicker, the very air compressing into invisible whirlpools.

"You think you're the only one who can awaken their bloodline?"

His voice was low, carrying an undeniable authority.

In the next instant, a pair of black wings unfurled from Yehuang's back, golden demonic sigils igniting across his forehead. His pupils fully transformed into radiant golden stars piercing the abyss.

"Let me show you... the true essence of darkness."

His whisper carried the weight of inevitability.

The moment his words fell, an immense pressure surged outward, swallowing the battlefield in a tide of suffocating power.

Heiya's pupils contracted sharply. His body trembled involuntarily.

A primal, instinctive fear stirred within him—a terror buried deep within his very blood.

"What kind of demon... is this power?!" Heiya's mind screamed, but Yehuang had already moved.

Like a streak of black lightning, Yehuang shot forward, his speed leaving afterimages hanging in the night.

Boom!

Heiya barely managed to raise his arms in defense before a devastating punch sent him skidding backward, his feet carving deep trenches into the ground.

"Damn it!"

Heiya roared in frustration, his demonic energy surging chaotically as he swung a desperate counterattack at Yehuang.

Yehuang did not evade. He raised a single hand to meet the strike.

Thud!

A dull impact resounded through the battlefield.

Heiya's fist stopped dead in its tracks, caught effortlessly in Yehuang's grip.

Disbelief flooded Heiya's face.

His full power—halted with a single hand?

A cold smirk played at the edge of Yehuang's lips, a glint of lethal sharpness flickering in his gaze.

"It's over."

A surge of black demonic energy erupted from Yehuang's palm, engulfing Heiya completely.

Boom!

The deafening explosion sent Heiya's body flying like a broken kite, crashing violently into the ground.

A suffocating silence fell upon the crowd.

The demons who had gathered to watch were frozen in shock, their minds struggling to process what they had just witnessed.

Heiya—defeated.

Their proud and mighty guard captain had been utterly crushed by the one they had long deemed worthless.

Yehuang stood at the center of it all, his silver hair flowing like silk in the night breeze, golden eyes glowing like celestial flames.

In that moment, no one dared to look down on him ever again.

As the dust began to settle, an oppressive weight lingered in the air.

Yehuang's black wings slowly retracted, the golden sigils on his skin fading. Yet his presence remained as profound as the abyss itself, swallowing all traces of light.

Heiya lay motionless, his demonic energy completely drained, his chest rising and falling raggedly. His eyes were filled with unwillingness, disbelief, and a newfound wariness.

"What... are you...?" He croaked out.

Yehuang looked down at him, his expression impassive, yet his words carried an icy edge.

"Me? Just a forsaken outcast."

With that, he turned away, his gaze sweeping across the stunned demons.

Those who had once mocked him, scorned him, now averted their eyes, unable to withstand his presence.

A faint smirk tugged at Yehuang's lips.

"From this day forward, no one in this village can look down on me again."

Silence.

No one dared to refute his claim.

Yehuang strode forward, exuding the aura of a king walking through the night.

But just then, hurried footsteps echoed from the distance.

"Captain Heiya!"

A group of demon guards rushed onto the scene. Their eyes widened at the sight of their fallen leader.

"You... you dare harm Captain Heiya?!" One of them shouted furiously.

Yehuang stopped, glancing at them indifferently.

"Do you want to be next?"

His icy words sent a chill through their bones.

They hesitated, anger warring with fear. They had just witnessed Heiya's defeat—what chance did they stand?

Gritting his teeth, Heiya forced himself up, snarling, "What are you waiting for?! Attack! Kill him!"

The guards exchanged glances. Despite their fear, they had no choice but to charge forward with a battle cry.

Yehuang sighed, annoyance flickering in his golden eyes.

"You never learn."

His form blurred.

Thud!

A demon soldier was sent flying before he could react, crashing into an ancient tree, his fate uncertain.

The remaining guards turned pale.

But there was no retreat now.

With a cold snort, Yehuang moved, his shadow weaving between them like a phantom.

Within moments, agonized cries filled the air as the guards collapsed, one by one.

Heiya, witnessing the carnage, felt true fear creep into his heart.

Yehuang approached him once more, gazing down with quiet finality.

"Remember this. Today was only a warning."

Heiya trembled, unable to respond.

Without another word, Yehuang turned and walked away.

His journey was just beginning.