"Haha! What kind of rubbish Demon Monarch is this? Didn't I just knock him down with one punch?"

A shadow fell, followed by a burst of wild laughter.

Who else could have such a flamboyant style other than the proud, unparalleled Ice Emperor Ao Tian?

"Better be a bit careful, the devouring power of Demonic Qi is not something to mess with."

Yang Yan's figure flashed beside Ao Tian, seeing his triumphant look, he couldn't help but remind him.

"Don't worry, leave this guy to me!"

Ao Tian was completely unfazed by Yang Yan's reminder, patting his chest loudly.

Having said that, he stirred up a spray of ice shards towards the Nine Nether Demon Monarch at the bottom of the pit.

At this moment, the sky above the Antula Clan, which had just finished a battle, became bustling again.

As Yang Yan undid the Law Barrier of Other Space, with Jing Hong leading the Ten Swords and all the Titled Puppets under Yang Yan, they descended like Celestial Soldiers, charging fiercely.

The sheer number of them, coupled with their formidable strength, was truly astonishing.

Gabriel's Blazing Angel Legion and Lucifer's Fallen Angels Legion reacted immediately.

Seeing such a grand formation, everyone instinctively wanted to resist.

Unfortunately, in the face of such an attack, the defense lines of the two Angel Legions that posed great trouble to the Antula Clan crumbled.

Even with Gabriel and Lucifer joining forces, they could only withstand two rounds before fleeing in disarray.

Among them, Lucifer fared the worst.

One wing was severed at the waist, and the pitch-black blood sprayed everywhere in the air.

Yang Yan did not immediately join the chaotic melee.

He turned to look at Antula Dog behind him and gently asked:

"Old man, are you still alive?"

"Moonlight Emperor Yang Yan and Ice Emperor Ao Tian, you two..."

Antula Dog was dumbfounded by the suddenly reversed situation and took a moment to process it.

His dry lips opened, unable to speak for a long while.

When he finally came to his senses, tears streamed down his eyes.

Then, struggling with his broken body, he climbed up from the ground and knelt before Yang Yan with folded hands, his expression extremely emotional as he said:

"Thank you, two Emperors, for your intervention. Our Antula Clan is saved! Our Antula Clan is finally saved..."

Yang Yan's expression remained unchanged, though there was a slight sense of guilt within him.

After all, this unwarranted disaster upon the Antula Clan was ultimately because of him.

If he hadn't deliberately spread the word that the Space Origin was the key to the Longevity Sect, none of this would have happened.

However, this slight guilt also just flashed across his mind.

Compared to the imminent arrival of the Demon Race that could lead to widespread devastation and the possible destruction of humanity, their sacrifice seemed insignificant.

"From here on, leave this place to us!"

Yang Yan casually cleared the Demonic Qi from Antula Dog's body, then warned:

"Guard what you obtained. After dealing with these demons, I will take it."

Antula Dog's expression instantly stiffened, looking very conflicted.

However, the current situation did not allow him much room to argue.

If it weren't for Yang Yan's intervention, the entire Antula Clan would already be history, leaving him no grounds to bargain.

Without waiting for his reply, Yang Yan's Star Night flicked in his hand, scattering radiant starlight.

The next moment, his body transformed into a flash, charging directly at the two demons entangled with Jing Hong and Zhuge Wushuang.

These two Demon Monarchs, though not restored to their peak states like the Nine Nether, were not weak either.

Alone, Zhuge Wushuang and Jing Hong found themselves at a disadvantage.

Especially Zhuge Wushuang, forced to retreat step by step by her opponent.

Had it not been for Jing Hong's support, she might have already been on the edge of defeat.

But with Yang Yan joining in, as Star Night slashed down, the dazzling starlight pierced the sky, catching the demon attacking Zhuge Wushuang off guard.

The opponent instinctively tried to dodge the attack, but Yang Yan's speed was too quick, leaving no time to react.

Ah!

With a scream, half of the demon's head was instantly sliced off.

Swish—

The foul black blood splattered, accompanied by a stench.

However, the terror of the Demon Race lay not only in their ability to absorb others' energy through Demonic Qi.

Their unbelievably resilient life force was also what made them formidable.

If a human suffered half a head being sliced off, even top-tier figures like Yang Yan and Ao Tian, even if barely alive, would be critically injured.

But a demon's vital weak point is their Demon Heart.

This level of injury was no more serious than a housewife cutting her finger while cooking.

"Go help the others, and watch out for Manhattan stealing the Space Origin."

Yang Yan did not expect to kill the demon with one slash, but aimed to remove Zhuge Wushuang from harm's way.

Though Wushuang was usually carefree, she was quite straightforward in critical moments.

Without unnecessary words, she dashed towards the Antula Clan's residence with her sword.

Manhattan, seeing both Yang Yan and Ao Tian, was horrified.

He immediately realized that forcefully seizing the Space Origin was unrealistic.

Mind racing, he quickly rallied the Blazing Angel Legion, Fallen Angels Legion, and the Atlantean clan to try and charge into the Antula Clan's territory.

Clearly, this guy intended to find and take the Space Origin from the Antula Clan before Yang Yan and Ao Tian could.

Unfortunately, the Ten Swords Yang Yan brought and a large number of Titled Puppets were not to be trifled with.

They immediately locked onto him, and together with the remaining combat-ready members of the Antula Clan, they held him and his group outside the Antula grounds.

"Are you the troublesome human the Nine Nether mentioned, Moonlight Yang Yan?"

As Yang Yan anticipated, the Demon Monarch he had just cleaved quickly returned.

Pulling down his hood, revealing his rugged, dark, and ugly head, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"Tsk tsk! Truly an enviable regeneration ability."

Yang Yan didn't answer his question but instead grinned, eyes fixed on the half of the demon's head, watching fresh black-red flesh continuously sprout from the wound, speaking with slight admiration.

"Pathetic and weak humans, we of the Demon Race are the perfect evolutionary life form."

Gaining confidence from Yang Yan's words, the ugly demon grew more arrogant, pointing his Demon Blade at Yang Yan:

"Submit to our race, and I will, in the name of my God, grant you a powerful life."