What Yang Yan needs now is time.

Chiyou saw the several people surrounding him with vigilant expressions, his face full of arrogance.

He let out another eerie laugh:

"Among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, even the weakest had at least Emperor-level mastery. Among them, the Three Sovereigns had even stepped into the Demigod Realm."

"But they all died! All of them! One by one they perished under my axe!"

As Chiyou spoke, he grew more excited, seemingly lost in memories of that era, laughing maniacally again.

For a moment, Chiyou’s laughter reverberated through the entire Buzhou Space.

The one who suffered the most being closest to Chiyou was the Nine Swords.

As for Gongsun Ruyan, she held on with all her might.

Finally, her vision went black, and she fainted directly.

"If this God were restored to his prime, such power is beyond your imagination!"

"It’s just a pity, a mysterious race suddenly appeared back then, paying a huge price to restrain the Demonic Qi in my body, preventing my full strength from manifesting even five-tenths!"

"Otherwise, the last two emperors of your human race would have also died under my axe!"

"And now? Where are those two old men? After endless ages, I who was sealed am not dead, but they are probably long gone, right?"

"Does your human race have any Leader-level people left? Do you?"

At this moment, Chiyou’s expression on his belly was flamboyant and vicious.

"Yes!!!"

At this moment, a thunderous shout suddenly erupted.

"Who?"

Chiyou looked coldly towards the group of people from the Hidden World.

Immediately, a middle-aged man with a serene gaze stepped out from within.

He was dressed in an ancient stylish attire, long, thin sashes fluttering without wind.

At his waist hung a treasured sword with an ancient-looking sword scabbard, which seemed to sense its master’s intent, trembling slightly.

The presence lifted an illusion.

It seemed that just drawing the sword would make the man the Sword God!

Facing the powerful Chiyou, the man showed no fear at all.

Not even a hint of attachment to life could be seen on his face.

That is to say, he had resolved to die, ready to sacrifice everything!

Zheng!

The Longsword was suddenly drawn by him, emitting a resonant sword hum.

"The current Leader of the human race is the Alliance Leader of the Demon Suppression Alliance, Moonlight Emperor Yang Yan!!!"

While Yang Yan was meditating to refine the energy within his body, he vaguely seemed to hear someone passionately shouting his name.

However, at this moment, he couldn’t even spare a moment to open his eyes to look.

"Moonlight Emperor? Yang Yan?"

Chiyou’s face was furious:

"Bring him out to meet his death!!!"

Of course, the man wouldn’t tell Chiyou that Yang Yan was sitting cross-legged behind him.

He smiled calmly, coldly saying:

"Audacious beast, how dare you meet the Alliance Leader?!"

As he shouted this, the group of people behind him echoed.

"How dare you meet the Alliance Leader?!"

"How dare you meet the Alliance Leader?!"

"How dare you meet the Alliance Leader..."

This phrase seemed to successfully infuriate Chiyou.

He did not rage aloud as before, but instead demonstrated with actions the fate of those who dared mock him.

Slash——

Boom!

With a flash, Chiyou swung an axe, slicing the previously carefree, fearless man in half.

The torn body parts flew apart.

The Ten Swords were helpless, and Ao Tian couldn’t stop it in time.

As for the others from the Hidden World, though each fearlessly approached death, none could block Chiyou’s furious axe blow.

However, this did not curb their desire to kill!

"When I was young, I killed many beasts, but a headless beast like this is a first!"

"Today, I will be the first to taste this crab, and open the fresh!"

A black-robed elder leaped from the crowd.

The long sword in his hand shined with a black light, looking extraordinary.

He spoke seemingly boastful words as his body reached above Chiyou’s head.

"Kill!"

"Kill this beast!"

"Kill him!"

With the movement of the black-robed elder, the remaining twenty or so of Hidden World all rushed forward with weapons.

"Let’s join too!"

This chance was something Ao Tian definitely wouldn’t pass on.

The people from the Hidden World, to some extent, had some strength.

Among them were those who had touched the Emperor-level.

At worst, they were at the late stages of the Sect-level, seventh or eighth stage.

With the addition of the Ten Swords and Ao Tian, their collective power clearly ascended a tier.

At least, the group successfully held Chiyou steady.

Among them, Ao Tian managed to occasionally leave a few scars on Chiyou.

This made Chiyou increasingly furious, yet he could do nothing to Ao Tian.

Because all the attacks came in waves, from multiple directions at once, leaving Chiyou overwhelmed.

When Chiyou caught one person and tore them to pieces, the assault only paused momentarily.

The next instant, attacks rained down on Chiyou like a storm again.

However, the glory was short-lived. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

At that moment, Chiyou’s body expanded once more.

This sudden change left everyone unable to react.

This time he did not grow excessively large.

Standing ten meters high, three to four meters wide at most.

Yet such transformation was instantaneous.

Four or five from the Hidden World were directly turned to blood mist, meeting a gruesome end under Chiyou’s axe, bodies utterly obliterated.

Meanwhile, Jing Hong and Zhuge Wushuang couldn’t evade Chiyou’s attack, being punched away, sent flying back.

Blood scattered in the air.

Both crashed hard into the ground.

Fortunately, their strength was indeed present, the punch causing only severe injuries. Struggling, they managed to sit up with difficulty.

"Ignorant!"

Chiyou disdainfully grabbed someone by the waist, sending them into his mouth alive.

In just that brief moment, Ao Tian’s side saw its fighting strength reduced by half or more.

The remaining people posed no threat to Chiyou; even Ao Tian had to dodge left and right, avoiding his edge.

The Hidden World people, needless to say.

Just as they escaped Chiyou’s attack range, he chased after them.

With just one horizontal axe sweep, he claimed another four or five lives.

The fifty to sixty who initially entered the Hidden World had become now only three...

Less than one in ten survived!

"The outcome of angering me is always death!"

Chiyou sneered, grabbing another Hidden World member with his hand.

Instead of crushing him, he roared as he joyfully shoved the person into his mouth.

Despite the fierce cries and struggles, it was futile!

On the contrary, Chiyou enjoyed watching the enemy display fear before him, growing more excited.

Crunch!

Blood sprayed all over Chiyou’s mouth.

Since losing his head, Chiyou seemed to have gained a strange penchant for eating others’ heads.

The strength of the Nine Swords was not weak, maintaining an offensive and defensive balance, making it somewhat challenging for Chiyou to kill them.

Yet, unexpected situations still occurred.