Chi Wuyao’s order for the three Yama Ancestors to commit suicide for Yun Che… was not met with resistance or fear, but mad excitement and fervor.

“Forget giving my life, I’ll scatter my own ashes if it can save my master!” Yan One roared.

Yan Two breathed heavily. “Our lives are meant to be used for our master’s sake, and there is no greater honor than to die for our master!”

Yan Three literally dropped to his knees before the Devil Queen. He was quaking violently not because he was afraid to die, but because his master was in grave danger. “Tell us already, Devil Queen! How exactly do we save the master? If we wait any longer, then master will—master will—”

Yan Wanchi, Yan Wanhun, and Yan Wangui.

They were the progenitors of the Yama Realm and the oldest beings to ever live in the God Realm. 

They were some of the most exalted people in the universe even after they had been subverted with the slave imprint, and they were so used to being called Yan One, Yan Two, and Yan Three that even they had begun to forget their original names, much less everyone else.

And yet, they did not hesitate for even an instant when the Devil Queen had demanded they give up eight hundred thousand years of existence just like that.

Their loyalty was artificial. But Chi Wuyao still could not help but be moved by their devotion.

“Very good.” The Devil Queen nodded lightly. “This is the plan. Meiyin will use the World Piercer to teleport you right next to your master. What you need to do is to break your master away from that man before your bodies are torn apart, no matter the cost! Do you understand?”

As long as they could break the Abyssal Knight’s hold on Yun Che, Shui Meiyin would be able to teleport him away to safety.

“Understood! We understand!!” All three Yama Ancestors nodded in unison. Their black auras surged...