With great caution, Pei Yan slipped into the Red Catastrophe as its colors gradually faded. He was delighted to find, just as Lin Junzhao had said, that the Origin similar to his own within the Red Catastrophe was rapidly disintegrating and disappearing under the impact of the Hell Plane's own Origin. Feeling the previous intimidation that the unified Red Catastrophe had on him vanish, Pei Yan unhesitatingly spread his arms, closed his eyes, and started to devour the massive Origin in the sky.

The reason he didn't invite Ye Ruozai and others to absorb it together wasn't that he was petty, but because they were unable to. Transforming such a vast amount of Origin Power was not something the small fragments hanging around their necks could accomplish; only with Lin Junzhao's Origin body within him personally at hand could this be done.

At this moment, an extraordinary spectacle appeared in the sky. Centered around Pei Yan, a massive red vortex formed. His presence was like a powerful vacuum cleaner, gathering the originally scattered Red Catastrophe Origin into torrents, all absorbed into his body. Not only him but Lin Junzhao within him too, greedily absorbed every wisp of Origin dispersing from the sky, like a gluttonous beast devouring voraciously.

Under the sky, Leohard was overjoyed and already followed Bailang's instructions. According to the battle plan, he commanded the assault forces to charge into the Disaster Legion's camp. Meanwhile, Bailang and Sifuer were in no rush to join the battle. The two stood side by side, looking up at the extraordinary spectacle in the sky. Sifuer, dumbfounded, exclaimed, "He's absorbing the Red Catastrophe's power!"

"Who on earth is this guy?" Bailang was also shocked by the scene before him. Then he glanced at Ye Ruozai and others, Pei Yan's subordinates, charging into the battlefield. Although the Red Catastrophe had disintegrated, its residual power remained, yet these few people seemed completely unaffected, massacring the enemy forces. He then gazed at the sky and murmured, "Or rather, who are these people? It's one thing to be unrestrained by the Red Catastrophe's power, but they can actually absorb it into themselves?"

"In that case, his eagerness to launch an attack against the Disaster Legion makes sense. Uncle, do you remember his initial actions?" Sifuer turned her head to Bailang and then said, "When he first encountered the Disaster Legion, he was constantly honing his combat tactics. He explained to us that he came for reconnaissance and training. Later, after witnessing his strength, we all thought he was joking. Now it seems he wasn't lying; enhancing his own strength was indeed one of his primary goals."

At this point, Sifuer looked skyward with great interest and chuckled, "He's truly an enigmatic person. Not only can he absorb the power of the Demon God, but he can also transform the energy of the Red Catastrophe. It's unheard of; he's increasingly intriguing to me."

"Sifuer, should we continue with our original plan?" Bailang withdrew his gaze, and after seeing Pei Yan able to absorb the Red Catastrophe's energy, he became uncertain about Pei Yan's identity as a Demon Race descendant and couldn't help but ask.

"Stick to, why wouldn't we stick to it? No matter who he is or what his purpose is, as long as what he does aligns with us, that's enough. As for his identity, whether he's of the Demon Race, it doesn't concern us. Let the old guys at the Holy City worry and speculate after we hand over the image data to them!"

Sifuer spoke as she gathered her long hair, wearing a dazzling suit of dark purple armor, her determined gaze looking through the visor slits towards the battlefield. She declared, "Now is the time to capitalize on his actions to enhance our achievements. No, that's not how it should be said. It should be mutually beneficial." With that, she leaped onto the Eight-legged Beast, which was brought over by her Attendant, clad in heavy armor. She swung her Longsword and called out, "Warriors! Let us earn future glory for Kataraga!"

"At your lordship's command! For the glory of the Thorn Flower!" Including Bailang, all forty-five Knights beside her knelt on one knee and responded loudly. Then they mounted their horses together and followed Sifuer rushing towards their battlefield.

"Burp!" After exhaling a breath of turbid air, Pei Yan's body swayed and he crashed down onto a hilltop, wobbling like a drunkard. Absorbing the Origin all at once was too much; even with Lin Junzhao converting all of it, it required time. The excessive Origin accumulated in Pei Yan's body, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"You've put me in a spot! How am I supposed to fight in this condition?" Pei Yan, propping himself against a tree, gasped for breath and exclaimed in exasperation.

"Stop complaining. It's not because you're too weak to handle this power. While I absorbed the bulk of this energy, you gained plenty of benefits too. Besides, why are you in such a hurry? Didn't you collaborate with that female noble to find free muscle? Now is the time for them to exert their strength. Just watch the show from here, give me ten minutes, and I'll have it fully absorbed!" Lin Junzhao's impatient voice burst like a barrage in Pei Yan's mind.

Knowing that one word from himself would elicit ten from the other, Pei Yan resignedly leaned against the large tree on the hillside, setting his eyes on the battlefield and watching his companions charge and slay. Pei Yan couldn't help but laugh.

These three indeed followed his guidance, simply trailing behind Leohard's main force as they repeatedly charged into the lower-level swarms of enslavement, never getting ahead, silently absorbing the Origin that dispersed after the swarm's death. They appeared to be slaughtering gloriously, yet were merely playing around and gaining experience.

Taking out a bottle that had been simply chilled, he twisted open the cap and took a hearty swig. In the meantime, the sounds of battle cries finally reached him from afar, putting down the cola bottle, Pei Yan genuinely praised, "Impressive!"

Since it was not the main offensive direction of the battle, Leohard only led a force of a thousand Demon Race cavalry, along with most of the Vassal Army as the attacking force. Having watched countless blockbusters in the previous world, Pei Yan hadn't held much hope for a war with such numbers. But once this army charged, he felt the raw spirit of Golden Armor and Iron Horses sweeping miles like a tiger, making his blood boil and wanting to ride and fight alongside them.

Although he thought so in his heart, his actual actions were to silently command a drone to secretly capture this rare scene while taking out snacks and quietly appreciating it.

While watching, Pei Yan kept nodding in approval. Without the oppressive stone of Red Catastrophe hanging over the Demon Race, this group, who seemed only to fight among themselves like worms in a refuge, finally showed their true bearing, transforming into fierce Demon Dragons that slaughtered in all directions.

Under Leohard's leadership, the entire cavalry unit and their mounts collectively crystallized. The whole heavily armored unit, like a sharp sword, easily pierced through the land held by the enslaver, charging straight towards the core of the Disaster Pillar.