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Four Eighth Stage Winged Tigers approached slowly from four directions. The strong Wind Protective Energy in the air was almost continuous, pressing towards the Beauty and Beast Squad.

Their gazes were focused on Song Junhou, primarily because of the excessive strength he had displayed before. Especially the last scene, invoking the great monster of his ancestors, which still sent chills down the spine of these Eighth Stage Winged Tigers.

At this moment, Song Junhou indeed seemed to have no fighting strength left. His complexion was as pale as paper; summoning his ancestor\'s presence had required a significant consumption of his golden essence. He couldn\'t even muster the Golden Holy Fire now.

He had thought that after intimidating the Tiger King and escaping their territory, he\'d be safe, believing they wouldn\'t pursue him any further. But who could have imagined that the Winged Tigers would be so relentless in their chase, pushing them into a dead end?

Given the speed of the Winged Tigers, there was no escaping for them. The only option was a desperate last stand.

"Captain, what do we do?" the Steel-backed ape monster asked loudly.

Song Junhou forced a smile, "We have no choice but to make a last stand. I\'ve gravely wounded the Ninth-stage Winged Tiger King, and my own strength is exhausted; I can\'t continue fighting. You\'ll have to wage a desperate battle. We can\'t run."

The Titan Ape Monster, Cat Demon, Shadow sparrow monster, Bear Demon, and Skunk demon, along with Pretty Girl, made up the six remaining combatants of the Beauty and Beast Squad. But in such a scenario, the Skunk demon was virtually non-existent, especially against the wind element-savvy Winged Tigers. Among the other five members, only two were Seventh Stage, facing four Eighth Stage adversaries.

For some reason, the Cat Demon suddenly felt that the current situation was remarkably similar to the previous one where Pretty Girl was surrounded by four Eighth Stage members of the Peacock Demon Clan. And now they were the ones under attack, an ironic twist of fate.

"Let\'s fight!" the Steel-backed ape monster roared, her figure swelling as she burned her bloodline and tapped into her utmost power.

The Bear Demon put down Song Junhou and strode to the front, enlarging his frame as he released his bloodline power.

"You, fall back," a cold voice rang out just then.

Pretty Girl slowly stepped forward from between their mighty forms.

At thirteen years old, standing only about 1.6 meters tall, she appeared delicate and petite compared to her massive Monster race teammates, her expression still devoid of emotion. But as she stepped forward, inexplicably, the Steel-backed ape monster and the Bear Demon both subconsciously stepped back two paces.

Her slender Peacock feather shimmered with a mysterious peacock blue, and as she walked, Pretty Girl\'s aura began to change.

Her pitch-black hair and pupils had turned peacock blue, and while her aura hadn\'t increased much, in that moment, everything around seemed to darken. It was as though her body was devouring all the light around her.

The four Eighth Stage Winged Tigers almost simultaneously halted their steps, their eyes filled with caution as they watched Pretty Girl.

Just then, a pair of colossal Peacock Wings suddenly unfurled from behind Pretty Girl. Each Peacock feather, emitting a soft glow and densely packed upon them, drew gold patterns that emerged on her forehead, forming a coronation-like design.

"Peacock Golden Crown, as if the King himself is present?" blurted the Titan Ape Monster almost instantaneously.

The pale-faced Song Junhou from a distance opened his mouth wide, looking at Pretty Girl with shock and disbelief.

At this moment, he finally understood why Wang Yan and the Peacock Demon Clan had retreated earlier. Even if they had ten thousand guts, they wouldn\'t dare to make a move against the Gold Crown Prince! Besides, there was already a member of the Peacock Demon Clan who had awakened the Peacock Golden Crown, making it impossible for even those with the golden bloodline to compare.

Song Junhou had always held great expectations for Pretty Girl. According to the rumors, she was one of the Peacock Tribe members who had been exceptionally granted the right of inheritance. Yet even so, he could never have imagined that as a mixed-blood of the Peacock Demon Clan and humans, she could awaken the Peacock Golden Crown and become the Gold Crown Prince of her generation.

In his memory, it seemed that the Peacock Demon Clan hadn\'t seen the presence of a Gold Crown Prince for a very long time.

That was a Gold Crown Prince with the potential of a Demon Emperor!

For a moment, as the crisis relaxed, the members of the Beauty and Beast Squad were so shocked that they couldn\'t recover.

In the next instant, Pretty Girl moved. A burst of blue-gold light suddenly bloomed, outlining a pattern of light in the shape of a Peacock feather tail.

All of the surrounding green Wind Protective Energy was instantly rendered in blue and gold. The silhouette of Pretty Girl seemed to vanish at that instant, only to appear as if she were in every part of space within view. It was as if in a split second, countless Pretty Girls were lifting up those dazzling Peacock feathers.

The Peacock spread its feathers, a splendor of brilliance.

Behind her, the massive Peacock Wings slowly closed, and the dazzling blue-gold color in the air converged towards her body like all rivers running into the sea, eventually merging into the Peacock feathers on her back.

The four Eighth-stage Winged Tigers froze in place, like sculptures, standing motionless, no longer giving off any signs of life.

The Beauty and Beast Squad, silent as the grave.

"Let\'s go," Pretty Girl said lightly. She withdrew the Peacock feathers and headed off into the distance.

Song Junhou struggled to stand up, his steps somewhat unsteady as he followed.

The other members of the Beauty and Beast Squad followed stiffly. The Skunk demon at the very back glanced at their departing figures, then at the four Eighth-stage Winged Tigers frozen in place like sculptures.

It quietly approached one of the Winged Tigers, trying to put it into its Storage Pouch to take away. But the moment it touched the Eighth-stage Winged Tiger, there was a "bang," and the Winged Tiger suddenly exploded, turning into a sky full of blood and flesh fragments, splattering all over it.

The Skunk demon cried out in alarm and, smelling strongly of blood, turned and fled in panic following the teammates who had just left.

Tang San stood behind a tree, motionless for a long time. Yet, at this moment, the shock in his heart was no less intense than that of Pretty Girl\'s teammates.

To be precise, perhaps only he truly understood what Pretty Girl had done.

Because he saw it clearly, Tang San\'s shock was even more intense. It was then that he truly understood the extent of Pretty Girl\'s strength, why she was fearless in the face of the onslaught from five powerful members of the Peacock Demon Clan.

It was the power of space, yes, the power of space. At the moment of her action, she seemed to have broken through the barriers of space, mastering the Mysteries of Space. With her figure moving through the void, she tore apart the entire space. With every flicker and instant teleporting alongside the movements of her body, she sliced open trails of fragmentation in space. The torn space became the sharpest existence, cutting through everything within the range of her attacks.

The four Eighth-stage Winged Tigers were completely severed in the space that had been split, their bodies cut up from within, appearing intact but in reality completely shattered.

Such a terrifying power of space was unheard of, so much so that even in his previous world, Tang San had never seen anyone control such a space capability.