Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Meanwhile, Wang Jian addressed Mo Yu directly, his voice cutting through the din of battle. “Devil King,” he boomed, “how long do you intend to prolong this pointless struggle? See the power of the Silver Light Goddess! Surrender now, and perhaps there will be mercy for your people.”

Mo Yu let out a guttural roar, the very essence of defiance. “Surrender? Never! We Devils will fight until our last breath!”

The air crackled with tension. Suddenly, Huang Zhi launched himself at Wang Jian, a torrent of rage fueling his attack. Wang Jian, with effortless grace, sidestepped the blow, reappearing a safe distance away.

“Is this your declaration of war on the allied forces then, Huang Zhi?” Wang Jian inquired, a sardonic smile playing on his lips. “Have you chosen to side with the devils?”

Huang Zhi’s veins pulsed with fury. The very sight of Wang Jian fueled his rage. He was convinced this human was the one who had poisoned Lu Rong’er’s mind, causing her to turn against him. He wouldn’t let this transgression go unpunished.

“I will kill you!” he screamed, unleashing another barrage of attacks. Each strike was imbued with demonic energy, fueled by his burning rage.

Wang Jian chuckled, the sound echoing through the battlefield. “Is that all you can muster, Huang Zhi?” he taunted, effortlessly deflecting each attack. “Perhaps you should reconsider your priorities. This battle isn’t about personal vendettas.”

Huang Zhi’s words tumbled out in a torrent of rage. “You stole her away from me!” he bellowed. “You turned Lu Rong’er against me! You will pay for your treachery!”

Wang Jian sighed, a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice. “The truth is a bitter pill to swallow, isn’t it, Huang Zhi?”

A sardonic smile played on Wang Jian’s lips as he weaved through Huang Zhi’s furious attacks with effortless grace. True, Huang Zhi possessed raw power exceeding his own. The peak of the Divine Ascension Realm towered over Wang Jian’s Divine Harmony Realm. However, power wasn’t everything.

Wang Jian possessed a far deeper understanding of the elements and the very fabric of reality. His comprehension of spatial and temporal laws surpassed anything Huang Zhi, a half-angel, half-devil reliant on his affinity for Light and Darkness elements, could muster. Huang Zhi’s attacks, fueled by blind rage, were predictable and easily dodged.

“Is that all you’ve got, love-struck fool?” Wang Jian taunted, dodging a particularly ferocious slash of Huang Zhi’s demonic blade. “Perhaps you should spend less time swinging your weapon and more time reflecting on your own shortcomings. Why don’t you ask Lu Rong’er herself why she chose me over you?”

Every mention of Lu Rong’er sent a fresh wave of fury crashing through Huang Zhi. He knew deep down that Wang Jian was right – his own actions had driven Lu Rong’er away. But his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit it.

Meanwhile, Lu Rong’er, transformed into the radiant Silver Light Goddess, had decimated the elite Devil Race forces surrounding her mother. Together, they presented a formidable front, pushing back the Devil forces and advancing towards the heart of the battlefield – Devil King Mo Yu himself.

Mo Yu, upon seeing Lu Rong’er and Celestial Maiden Yuqing charging towards him, knew retreat was no longer an option. He unleashed the dark core nestled within his being, summoning a colossal Devil True God – a manifestation of immense power fueled by his own life force. It was similar to Lu Rong’er’s Silver Light Goddess form, but unlike Lu Rong’er’s Silver Light Goddess powers that belonged entirely to hers, for Devil King Mo Yu, this Devil True God powers were borrowed powers that came with hefty price.

The battle that ensued was a spectacle of unimaginable power. Lu Rong’er unleashed a torrent of “Heavenly Spear Radiance,” a technique that channeled celestial energy into a devastating beam of pure light. Celestial Maiden Yuqing countered the Devil True God’s attacks with her own signature move, the “Angelic Hymn of Purity,” a sonic attack imbued with holy power that could shatter even the most resilient demonic entities.

Mo Yu, empowered by the Devil True God, wielded devastating techniques like “Obsidian Claw of Oblivion,” which tore through space itself, and “Infernal Maelstrom,” a swirling vortex of demonic energy that devoured everything in its path.

The shockwaves from their clash ripped through the battlefield, disintegrating nearby moons and sending asteroids hurtling through the cosmos. Even the stars closest to the battle zone flickered precariously under the immense strain.

Lu Rong’er, wielding the power of a True Goddess, matched the Devil True God blow for blow. Her celestial energy, pure and potent, could counter the corrupting demonic essence. However, even with Celestial Maiden Yuqing’s support, their combined might was barely enough to hold back Mo Yu’s onslaught.

This epic duel, consuming the attention of everyone on the battlefield, provided Wang Jian with a golden opportunity. While all eyes were fixed on the clash of titans, he executed a subtle teleportation technique, disappearing from his fight with Huang Zhi.

In reality, Wang Jian wasn’t just leaving the fight; he was making a daring move. Using his mastery of spatial teleportation, he materialized within the heart of the Devil Race forces, undetected and unseen. His target: Mo Yin, the second wife of Huang Zhi and one of the most seductive figures in the entire Devil Race.

Mo Yin, known for her cunning and manipulative nature, was engrossed in the battle, relishing the chaos and bloodshed. Little did she know, a human cultivator was about to snatch her away from the heart of the Devil Race.

A blinding flash engulfed Mo Yin as Wang Jian ripped her from the battlefield.

In a secluded pocket dimension, an empty space with a pristine white floor stretched infinitely in all directions. Mo Yin materialized in this eerie realm, her eyes darting around in confusion and alarm. The sudden shift from the chaotic battlefield to this serene void left her momentarily disoriented. Her gaze finally settled on Wang Jian, who stood a few paces away, his expression calm and composed.

“Where have you brought me?” she demanded, her voice laced with fury.

Wang Jian’s reply was measured, almost nonchalant. “This is my pocket dimension. I brought you here to have a discussion.”

Without warning, Mo Yin launched herself at him, her body surging with demonic energy. She intended to overwhelm him with sheer force, but Wang Jian was ready. With a fluid motion, he absorbed the devil attribute attack, the dark energy dissipating harmlessly around him. In the blink of an eye, he twisted her arm and pulled her into a tight embrace, her back pressed against his chest.

She struggled violently, but Wang Jian’s grip was unyielding. “Enough,” he commanded, his voice a low growl in her ear. “I want to talk about the battle.”

Mo Yin’s breath came in ragged gasps as she ceased her futile struggle. “Talk? What could we possibly have to discuss?” she spat, venom dripping from her words.

“You know as well as I do,” Wang Jian began, his tone calm but firm, “that if this battle continues at this rate, the Devil Race will be completely destroyed. Your father won’t be able to maintain the power of that Devil True God for much longer. Unlike Lu Rong’er, his power is borrowed and comes with a steep price.”

Mo Yin’s eyes flashed with defiance, but a hint of fear crept into her expression. She strained against his hold, but Wang Jian’s strength was absolute. “What do you want?” she demanded. “If you think I will convince the Devil Race to give up or submit, you’re mistaken. I would rather die.”

Wang Jian’s hand came down sharply on her curvy buttocks, eliciting a gasp of shock from Mo Yin. “I don’t care about your worthless pride,” he said coldly. “What I care about is the survival of your race. Do you want the Devil Race to survive this battle? Do you want your father to live?”

Her eyes widened, the reality of their situation sinking in. Time was slipping away, and the fate of her people hung in the balance. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I want my race and my father to survive.”

A smile curved Wang Jian’s lips as he whispered into her ear, “Then, in return, I want you to submit to me as my maid.”

Mo Yin recoiled, disbelief and fury warring on her face. “What?” she exclaimed, her voice shaking.

Wang Jian smacked her buttocks again, harder this time. “Make up your mind quickly. Become my maid, and I will save your race and your father from imminent death.”

Her teeth clenched, and tears of frustration welled in her eyes. The weight of her decision crushed her spirit. “Fine,” she muttered, the words tasting like ash. “I will become your maid if you save my race and my father.”

Wang Jian’s smile widened as he sealed her cultivation completely, ensuring she couldn’t escape or retaliate. “Good,” he whispered. “Wait here.”

He vanished from the pocket dimension, reappearing on the battlefield. The chaos was still in full swing, but Wang Jian’s sharp mind had already devised a plan to fulfill his promise. He reached out spiritually to Devil King Mo Yu.