"Where’s Yang Yan?"

Upon entering, Ao Tian only saw a towering Headless Demon God massacring wildly, but he didn’t see Yang Yan’s figure.

The blade in his hand suddenly erupted with a sharp gleam, slashing at the ground.

"The Moonlight Emperor injured the Demon God, both sides were severely wounded, and he fell unconscious."

The man on the ground managed to lift his head with difficulty, gazing towards the spot where Yang Yan fell unconscious, as if using the last of his strength to call out.

"Damn! Moonlight!"

Following the man’s gaze, Ao Tian immediately spotted the unconscious Yang Yan lying on the ground.

Yang Yan was right in front of the Demon God at that moment.

With the Demon God’s speed, he could easily crush him in an instant. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

However, this moment was forcibly dragged out by the people behind.

"You guys go save Yang Yan, I’ll handle him. Damn! Touch him, you’re dead!"

Ao Tian’s eyes turned red, his figure suddenly darting forward, charging towards the Demon God with no finesse.

He seemed no different from those Hidden World people going to their deaths.

The ten swords didn’t need Ao Tian’s command, they all anxiously flew towards Yang Yan.

As for Ao Tian, he was clearly mistaken by the Headless Demon God as one of those Hidden World people.

Like a mosquito he could squash with a slap!

Because he had just entered from the outside, the Demon God locked onto him and immediately attacked.

The Demon God opened his hands wide, intending to crush the mosquito, just waiting for Ao Tian to charge over.

It was at this moment, as the Demon God’s attention was diverted, that the remaining twenty or so people from the Hidden World launched their desperate attacks like a storm of moths against a flame on him.

"Bang!"

The sound was earth-shattering.

However, the Demon God ultimately failed to achieve his goal.

Ao Tian, rushing towards the Demon God with fierce momentum, seeing the opponent waiting in place for him to die, how could he continue to charge like a fool?

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, leaping into the air and darting towards the sky.

The unsuspecting Demon God’s hands clapped together, and ultimately only exploded a mass of air.

"Kill!"

Ao Tian, having leaped successfully to the Demon God’s side, grinned wickedly and raised the sword in his hand.

Because his position was precisely at the Demon God’s navel.

Without hesitation, Ao Tian fiercely stabbed the blade in.

"Ah!"

The white blade into red blade out, that’s roughly the idea.

The long thin blade was entirely plunged into the navel, leaving only a small section of the handle outside.

Ao Tian snorted coldly, slightly twisting the hilt, and then abruptly extracted it.

Swoosh—

A torrent of blood shot forth.

Ao Tian didn’t dodge, took it straight to the face.

This wound was finally enough to be considered a minor injury for the formidable Demon God.

Roar!

The Demon God roared in pain, creating a sonic boom.

Instantly, everyone’s eardrums suffered a massive impact.

The vast space lightly trembled under this bellow.

Some of the Hidden World people still alive, slightly weaker, were already covering their ears and falling from the Demon God.

Those still holding weapons inserted in the Demon God’s flesh, though they persisted, were all showing expressions of shock and dismay.

"King!"

"King!"

"King!"

...

Amidst the calls, there was urgency, concern, sadness, and anger.

But everyone’s expression was the same.

They all had hopeful eyes fixed on Yang Yan on the ground, longing for him to suddenly wake up, laugh and chat with them, and then obliterate the great enemy before them with a flick of his finger.

Yet none of the outside events could affect Yang Yan at this moment.

Innumerable inscriptions appeared within his body, emitting a light akin to starlight.

Those outside couldn’t see, but Yang Yan, seemingly unconscious yet forcibly inward-looking, could clearly see those ancient inscriptions.

They seemed to be what the old Daoist from Star-Picking Palace struck him with before.

Yang Yan distinctly recalled that the essence meant to transform the Star-Plucking Saint Body for the core disciple had been infused into his body.

At the time, the mysterious old Daoist even exclaimed Yang Yan was a Flawless Divine Body, naturally not needing the lower-level Sacred Body.

But after all, this thing had accumulated energy over several eras, and could still pave the way for Yang Yan’s future cultivation.

This time, at the brink of life and death, it inadvertently triggered the automatic release of the seal within Yang Yan’s body.

When Yang Yan first saw the situation inside his body, he was somewhat surprised.

The seal revealed countless intricate, obscure inscriptions.

In each inscription, Yang Yan could feel vast energy contained within.

And each inscription was locked by uniform seals, thoroughly enclosing that terrifying energy.

Yang Yan saw densely packed inscriptions inside his body stretching endlessly, utterly astounded by the magical sight before him.

Then, as he examined in amazement, the foremost and clearest inscriptions started to disintegrate.

First, rays of light shed from above, like grains of sand falling.

Then, gradually accelerating.

When the light shed halfway across the inscription, it suddenly exploded with a bang.

Boom!

Once the immense energy within was completely unrestrained, it flowed swiftly in Yang Yan’s body, like rivers surging.

Next came the second inscription, then the third, the fourth...

Up to the tenth, when the remaining inscriptions became quiet.

Bewildered by the situation before him, Yang Yan took a moment to react.

Only after the inscriptions ceased cracking did he naturally feel the swelling energy within his body.

Like a small pond, instantly filled by a torrential downpour.

Not just full, but swollen a bit excessively.

This...

Yang Yan hadn’t yet grasped what benefit this situation posed for him, when he saw the released energy starting to churn erratically inside.

Even with Yang Yan’s robust meridians, the legendary Flawless Divine Body, he felt immense pain, as if he might explode at any moment.

Of course, it was just a sensation for the time being, yet it infuriated Yang Yan.

How dare you rampage through my body?

You must not know how many eyes Lord Ma has!

Without any visible reaction from Yang Yan, just a mental shift, the initially exuberant energy abruptly halted.

Subsequently, it seemed controlled by an invisible force, breaking up into countless tiny energy droplets.

Under this unseen giant hand’s suppression, the segmented energy directly surged into Yang Yan’s Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

It’s him!

Yang Yan thought about the methods of that old man from Star-Picking Palace.

This must be the backup he left behind!