Morax's Golden Light Purification Grants a Yaksha's Position, the Demon God Enslaves Warriors as Puppets, and Tang San: "He Uses a Contract"

This time, it was no longer a turbulent ocean, but a devastated land ravaged by war and black mist.

The sky was an eerie dark purple, the ground was crisscrossed with ravines, and countless bizarre demons roared and charged. In the center of that Evil Spirit Army, a figure was fighting madly.

He was agile and fast as lightning; every attack he made carried an unparalleled killing intent, tearing the surrounding demons and monsters to Fragments.

But he seemed to be in great pain.

"This is..." Huo Yuhao's Spiritual Eye narrowed slightly. He could clearly sense the overwhelming resentment and endless pain emanating from that figure, almost overflowing the screen.

"He's being controlled." A knowing glint flashed in Gu Yuena's silver eyes. "A stronger will is enslaving him, forcing him to kill."

The camera zoomed out, and everyone finally saw the mastermind behind it all.

It was a Twisted Demon God, whose body seemed to be formed from countless tormented souls. A cruel and gleeful smile was on his face as he enjoyed the wails of agony on this land and his absolute control over his strongest warriors.

"Kill! Kill them all for me! Your suffering is my best food!" The Demon God roared silently. The enslaved figure froze, letting out a low growl like a trapped beast, clearly using its last bit of will to fight back.

However, it was all in vain.

His body once again charged uncontrollably into the enemy ranks, unleashing an even more violent storm of bloodshed.

This scene made many people in the Douluo God Realm tense up.

Tang Ya's body trembled slightly, as if she had returned to the Dark Years when she was controlled by the Evil Soul Master and became the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Cult. That feeling of being powerless and having her soul imprisoned in her own body was a nightmare she could never erase from her life.

Bei Bei took her hand without making a sound, conveying her warmth.

"What a vicious method." Zhou Weiqing frowned. He had been unruly all his life and hated evil beings who toyed with souls and trampled on wills.

In the scene, the enslaved warrior is covered in wounds, both from enemy attacks and from his own struggles. His strength is rapidly dwindling, and the light in his eyes is growing dimmer.

Just as he was about to be completely overwhelmed by endless demons and his soul was about to be completely devoured by the Demon God.

A golden ray of light descended from the Sky Vault.

The light was not dazzling; instead, it carried a sense of profound tranquility.

Wherever the light touched, the raging demons instantly quieted down, as if frozen in place. Then, their bodies began to petrify, eventually turning into statues that vanished with the wind.

The smile on the Twisted Demon God's face froze instantly, replaced by endless fear.

Morax's figure slowly emerged from the light.

He didn't look at the easily defeated demons, or even at the Demon God god; his gaze immediately fell on the warrior struggling in pain.

"To subdue others by force is not the right way."

Morax's voice rang out, calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. He spoke as if stating a universal truth.

"Who are you?! How dare you meddle in my business!" the Demon God shrieked fiercely, though his voice betrayed his underlying fear.

Morax finally turned his gaze to Him, and without any further words, simply raised a hand.

The earth began to tremble.

Enormous stone tablets rose from the ground, forming an insurmountable cage that trapped the Demon God within. Ancient and intricate Golden Patterns on the stone tablets lit up, emanating an aura of suppression.

"No--!"

The Demon God was horrified to discover that his connection with all the demons under his command, and even with that servant, had been instantly severed by this power. His proud Authority to manipulate souls was as fragile as a sheet of paper before this emperor.

"The contract is binding; those who break their word shall Rock Devouring Punishment."

As soon as the words were spoken, the cage made of stone tablets suddenly contracted inward!

There were no screams, no struggles.

That arrogant Demon God, along with all his power and sins, was utterly crushed, sealed, and purified by the rock that symbolized "contract" and "Order."

The entire process was also extremely fast.

From the moment a Demon God appears to the moment it is annihilated, it only takes a few words.

The gods of the Douluo God Realm have become somewhat numb.

If the previous act of slaying the Vortex Demon God with a single spear thrust demonstrated pure, world-destroying "power," then...

This time, what is being displayed is a higher-level "Authority," almost a "Laws."

"Words become law..." Rong Nianbing murmured to himself. As the God of Emotion, he felt this power most deeply. "Every word he uttered defined the Rules of this world. He said, 'Let there be light,' and darkness receded; he said, 'Let there be Order,' and chaos was smoothed out."

Lie Yan nodded; her flames represented the ultimate in creation and destruction, but Morax's was about "definition."

"He is the Rules itself," Ji Dong concluded.

In the scene, having defeated the Demon God, Morax walked up to the freed warrior.

The soldier knelt on one knee, panting heavily. The relief of surviving the ordeal and the long-suppressed pain made his body tremble uncontrollably.

He looked up at Morax, his eyes filled with gratitude and confusion. He had gained his freedom, but he had also lost his way. The long killing spree had stained his hands with Sin.

"Thank you for saving my life." His voice was hoarse and pained, "But I am burdened with Sin and don't know... what to do."

Morax watched him silently for a moment, then spoke, "Killing is not your intention, nor is sin what you seek. However, resentment has arisen, and it Protector Purify."

He stretched out his hand, and a mask emitting a faint glow appeared in his palm.

"The contract has been established."

"From this day forward, I bestow upon you the name ' Yaksha ' and place you among the Adepti."

"You shall protect me, cleanse the world of evil spirits, and repay your endless Karma through endless battles."

The warrior known as "Yaksha" was stunned.

He had expected to be taken as a trophy or to be ruthlessly abandoned.

He never imagined that this Gods would not only not pursue his past, but would instead grant him a new identity, a new name, and... a new mission that would allow him to achieve redemption.

This is not slavery, this is not an order.

It was not a contract.

A heavy contract, yet one filled with hope.

"Yes, sir."

With trembling hands, Yaksha took the mask and slowly put it on his face. The moment the mask touched his face, a pure celestial power surged into his body, completely purifying the remaining Demon God resentment.

His wounds were healing, his aura was rising, and his eyes were becoming incredibly resolute.

He was no longer the enslaved puppet, but Guardian Yaksha under the command of the Vago Rock, the Geo Archon!