News of what happened spread around quickly. After all, there were information channels from many other top powers in the Steel Back Wolves territory.
As Yasenia expected, it didn't take long before the Continental Shadows started retaliating.
Just two days after cleaning up the last person from the Fu Clan that they could identify, millions of people started attacking the Steel Back Wolf clan's outer cities. Yasenia looked at the documents and asked. "Did our letter reach our allies?"
Alaia nodded. "Yes, Young Miss."
Yasenia threw the reports on the table, leaned back calmly, and closed her eyes. "Hm… This is unexpected. They shouldn't be so active… Let's see how they retaliate. Inform me as soon as they do it."
Alaia asked. "Young Miss, you won't read the information about your mates?"
The dragoness opened her eyes and picked up the documents. Reading them, she nodded. "Nothing out of place. Continue to leave them to do as they please. Just keep an eye for any peak-level Epoch Core appearing on the battlefield. Also, they know that they are my weakness, so I always want three Half-step maids with each of them. Never enter a confrontation, even if it looks winnable. The chance they use bait is very high after seeing their tactics."
Such harsh retaliation was more than expected. If they allowed Yasenia to get scot-free after literally converting an entire race toward her side, this would be a harsh hit on the morale on their side.
However, Yasenia didn't expect for so many peak-level Experts to appear and raze several cities to the ground. 'Hm… I feel like they've completely changed their attitudes toward me. Such an abrupt change is not natural. Even with my actions, the retaliation should've been much more measured. Did someone interfere? I will need to revise some of my plans…'
In a meeting room for top powers, the top executives of the Continental Shadows and their allies gathered and discussed with each other.
The person who had risen to power in the Garuda clan after their leader was killed by Yasenia smacked the table. "THAT DRAGON HAS GONE TOO FAR! WE EITHER ACT NOW, OR SHE WILL CONTINUE BEING AS LAWLESS!"
"Can you stop shouting?" A man at the side of the Nine Devil Puppet Sect sighed. "Calm down and-."
The Garuda named Patriarch Solarplume shouted. "CALM!? CALM DOWN AFTER THAT WOMAN CONTINUES TO MESS-"
"Shut up."
The Garuda's voice was stuck in his throat as the powerful pressure from the Demon constricted him. Dyrathos spoke while looking around coldly. "She has acted much earlier than expected. However, it's not bad news. The wolves were a strong asset, but in overall strength, it is like we lost one or two fingers. It hurts, but it is something we can do without."
Dyrathos hummed. "She has also killed my envoy, so the punishment she will receive is already the worst we can give her. But that's not what we should focus on right now. Our objective is to exterminate the Wolf Clan."
The people around frowned, and the Nine Devil Puppet Sect Master asked. "Why?"
Dyrathos explained. "We need to make people understand what happens when someone betrays us. I'll send Kyrthir with the juniors to the battlefield."
Emperor Azure Abyss spoke. "That shouldn't be enough. There were 8 Peak-Level Epoch Cores in the Wolf Territory. Yet, they were conquered in a week. You are still underestimating Yasenia's strength at this point in time?"
Dyrathos shook his head. "Killing top-rated experts is not that easy when their strengths are similar. I know that Fu Lang Zu was captured-."
The doors at the side opened, making way for a winged figure carrying a terrifyingly cold and sinister aura with them. Kyril, the Death-attributed demon, walked forward and said in a cold and angered tone. "Dyrathos. I am sick of your vanity and arrogance. You were appointed as the leader of our group, so I've been silent all this time because there was no real threat. However, now you want to send one of our only three, including you and me, Level 10 Demon Dukes? Alone? What if he dies? What if he-"
Dyrathos frowned. "You know that he has those life-saving treasures. He won't die. You are overstimatin-."
Kyril lunged forward, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him against the wall behind them.
BOOM!
The strength behind the push created cracks all around the reinforced room.
"Dyrathos. You smooth-brained bastard. Have the last months drained what was left of your brain together with your balls? Fucking so many beast humans and impregnating a few has given you a euphoric satisfaction and sense of conquest, and now you are dismissing everything because you feel like a monarch?"
Dyrathos's face turned ugly, and he shouted while being choked. "Kyril, don't think that I don't dare raise my hand against you! You are crossing my bottom line!"
The blue-skinned demoness looked at Dyrathos as if she were a piece of trash. "Hey, dick-brained arrogant bastard, listen well. While the people in this backward world are weak, they are not retarded. If their strengths were similar, the wolf clan wouldn't have surrendered and allowed for the Fu family's extermination. They would've fought while calling for reinforcements from us."
Kyril said slowly as if Dyrathos' brain couldn't take fast speaking words. "Can't you bastard guess from those actions that their strength was high enough that even the thought of resisting and waiting for our backup was not considered? Because they knew that they wouldn't last? No? That simple idea probably slipped out of your brain because the surface is too smooth and slippery, didn't it?"
Dyrtahos silently listened to her, his face going through several shades of red and maroon out of anger from being embarrassed.
Kyril stopped squeezing his neck and looked around at the others. "If you are going to make an attack, sending just a few people to continue testing the creature that has proven herself to be strong enough to subjugate one of the clans you so proudly called a 'top power,' maybe, just perhaps, she is doesn't need 'testing' anymore?"
Kyril looked at everyone gathered here with disdain. "You are all weak and useless, so go cry to your ancestors. You don't want to lose all the power you've gathered as the 'Sect Masters'? Good, then continue as you are, and in just a year, this world will be the Astral Sky World and not Distancia World. Of course, you'll perhaps be able to remain as leaders if you beg, kowtow, and lick that dragon's feet enough, but Yasenia will sit on your heads and be the 'Queen' of this world."
Kyril flapped her twelve wings and flew upward, blasting through the roof and flying away. The way she left and her expression felt as if she escaped because standing there with them would contaminate them with their stupidity.
Yasenia, who was sitting on a chair while thinking about how to deal with the War, became surprised as she looked upward. There, a twelve-winged demoness with blue skin and a deep aura of death floated majestically.
The dragoness blinked and asked. "A spiritual projection?"
Kyril spoke coldly. "Yasenia Dravory. Let's talk."
Yasenia smiled and straightened. A simple gesture changed the entire aura around her, making her look much more elegant, sharp, and commanding. "Sure. What's wrong?"
Kyril's eyes flashed, feeling the change in attitude and pressure. If before Yasenia was like a gentle and pleasant breeze, now she was like a towering mountain. "Yasenia Dravory, I want to ask what your intentions are. You were clearly not interested in dominance in this world when we met. Or at least, you were not as serious about it. As long as you were left alone, you would be invisible, and probably, you would eventually disappear."
The dragoness raised both her eyebrows and then laughed. "So, it was you."
Kyril blinked, confused, and the dragoness smirked. "It is because of you that the attack against the wolves is much more intense than I expected. I see; that makes sense."
Kyril snorted. "Males are stupid, so I had to rectify it."
Yasenia instantly sneered, her eyes filled with pure disdain. "Nonsense. That's a stupid way of thinking."
Kyril blinked, not expecting such an answer. "Huh?"
The dragoness said coldly. "I am neither male nor female, so I can clearly tell that both are a necessity and have their own roles. Even in a society where strength rules, there are leaders of both genders and unless a race is just one gender, like incubus or succubus, you can always find intelligent and powerful leaders on both sides. Grouping up everyone because of how a select few act without sense is inherently stupid."
Yasenia stood up and took a step forward, appearing in front of Kyril with surprising speed. The demoness didn't move, having been able to follow Yasenia's speed and predict where she would stop. The dragoness spoke while looking down at her. "You are here to probably try to convince me against continuing my expansion efforts, right? You want me to leave this world alone in exchange for being granted immunity from you, the Demons, and all your allies."
Kyril crossed her arms. "The Astral Sky Clan will not be touched, and you will be able to build one of your shops in every one of our cities. We can create a heavenly oath if you are not sure of the validity of my words."
Yasenia asked with a smile that was not a smile. "What happens when your Demon Monarchs arrive? Will those people listen to your words?"
Kyril raised her chin. "I am more influential than you think. I am the daughter of the Sect Master of the top 3 sect in my Demon World."
The dragoness laughed. "Wow~. So high and mighty~. I am awed, Your Excellency."
Her attitude didn't reflect her words, as the same fake smile still hung on her lips. Kyril frowned. "Why are you so fearless of Demons? You are not as ignorant as the people in this world. You probably know the situation around the Universe better than I do, yet you still look down on us. Are you deeply allied with Divines?"
Yasenia lifted an eyebrow. "Do you honestly think that there are no powers other than Divines and Demons? That only those two races have a chance at competing for universal supremacy?" The dragoness continued. "Plus, this is a lower heavens. The top powers in this section of the heavens are either peak-level fifth realm creatures with low-level Intents or those with high-level intents."
The dragoness pointed at Kyril. "You can be considered a top powerhouse with your Level 9 Death Intent and Level Ten Demon Duke Cultivation Realm. But here you are, speaking with me through a spiritual projection instead of in person because you are cautious."
Kyril said coldly. "That doesn't mean that Demon Monarchs can't descend here in due time. When the Earthly Heavens of Distancia evolve and transform into an Exalted Heavens, Demon Monarchs will be able to enter without any obstacle."
Yasenia agreed. "But there are a few decades, probably centuries until that happens. So, for now. It is a war between those that are in Distancia. A fight I can take."
Kyril frowned. "If I die, you will be hunted until death by my family."
Yasenia laughed. "I already have a few Transcendent realm people that want to kill me. What are a few more?"
Kyril looked at Yasenia for a few seconds and disappeared without saying another word.
Once the dragoness saw that she left, her fake smile disappeared, leaving behind a cold and analytical face. 'I need to move a bit faster.'