As mysterious symbols adorned him, the body, which was on the verge of breaking under the chains, gradually recovered, muscles bulging with powerful vitality.
Zhou Yan's face quickly turned ruddy, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.
"Hmm? What's going on?"
The sudden turn of events stunned Wang Sheng. His eyes widened in disbelief. "You little brat, you still have a hidden trump card?"
"Boom, boom, boom—"
Zhou Yan suddenly opened his eyes, a terrifying scarlet glow flashing within his pupils.
At the same time, Zhou Yan violently swung his right leg, kicking hard at Wang Sheng.
This right leg seemed to contain immense power, accompanied by a terrifying tearing sound, sweeping forward with sharp dominance that made one's heart palpitate.
"Damn it!"
Wang Sheng's expression changed slightly. He quickly released the chain, retreated, and dodged Zhou Yan's attack.
Rumble!
Zhou Yan's kick missed, striking the wooden wall with immense force. Instantly, a surge of power erupted, causing the thick wall to indent. A web of dense cracks spread across it.
Unyielding, Zhou Yan did not stop. He clenched his right fist, his body flashed, and he unleashed another killing blow.
"Bang!"
A muffled sound. Wang Sheng stumbled back several steps again, his face flushed, sweat beading on his forehead.
If he hadn't dodged in time, he would have been injured by Zhou Yan's punch.
"Good kid, you do have some tricks." Wang Sheng gritted his teeth.
"Hmph, mere petty tricks." Zhou Yan scoffed. "If this is all the strength you have, you'll disappoint me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yan stepped forward, his left fist clenched, a torrent of powerful True Essence surging into it. He punched towards Wang Sheng.
The air exploded, and faint rumbling sounds could be heard.
Wang Sheng's expression turned solemn, his figure flashed, and he rapidly evaded.
Zhou Yan's first punch missed, but he threw another, hammering towards Wang Sheng again.
This punch was as fast as lightning. Wang Sheng didn't even have time to dodge and took it head-on.
"Crack—"
Wang Sheng let out a scream. His body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, his face deathly pale.
"Damn it!"
Anger flared on Wang Sheng's face. He hadn't expected this little beast to still have strength left!
"Whoosh!"
Zhou Yan gave Wang Sheng no chance to react. His figure flashed, darting out like a leopard, and he kicked Wang Sheng in the chest.
"Bang—"
A dull thud.
Wang Sheng's chest caved in, and his body collapsed like mud.
Wang Sheng lay on the ground, coughing violently, his face阴翳, staring fixedly at Zhou Yan, who was semi-crouched before him.
His eyes held unwillingness, but more so surprise and confusion. "How could this be?"
It's over. Zhou Yan looked at Wang Sheng with forbearance. Your entire Wang family will perish with your fall, disappearing from this ancient world.
"I know you must be unconvinced and hate me now." Zhou Yan grinned, revealing his white teeth. "But after you die, you won't have to feel regretful anymore."
"Wh... What do you mean?" Wang Sheng's face contorted in panic.
"Because soon, your soul will scatter forever, unable to reincarnate."
Zhou Yan reached out and touched Wang Sheng's head, a cold arc curving his lips. "Don't worry, you don't need to worry. After you die, I will take good care of your family..."
"Ah—"
A piercing howl erupted from the depths of Wang Sheng's throat. He struggled desperately, scratching with his hands, trying to ward off Zhou Yan's hand, but it was futile.
"No—"
Amidst the pained cries, Wang Sheng slowly closed his eyes, his face etched with pain and regret.
...
"Husband, Diao Chan just sent a message. There might be memory fragments of Ye Xun on the outer fringes of the Battle of Gods." Diao Chan said to Zhou Yan, who was recuperating.
"Oh?" Zhou Yan opened his eyes, a gleam appearing within them.
The outer fringes of the Battle of Gods.
This was a barren plain, devoid of vegetation, with a dim and oppressive, eerie atmosphere pervading the surroundings.
Ancient demonic seeds roamed freely here, and ferocious beasts were rampant. A moment's carelessness could lead to mortal danger, a fight for survival.
"Swish—"
Suddenly, a whistling sound cut through the air. A mass of black cloud surged towards Zhou Yan and the other, obscuring the sunlight, sinister and eerie, as if about to swallow the entire sky.
The next moment, more than ten dark figures descended above Zhou Yan and the others.
They were covered in black scales, with bone spurs along their spines, resembling bats. Their entire bodies were dark and gleaming, their eyes scarlet and bloodthirsty, emitting an evil, ferocious killing intent that instilled terror.
"Heh heh, more food delivered right to our doorstep!"
The more than ten strange birds shrieked towards the sky, flapping their wings and baring their sharp claws, which sliced through the air like steel blades, attacking Zhou Yan and the other.
Diao Chan's pretty face turned cold. She crossed her arms over her chest, and a faint purple True Qi flowed out, converging into vines that wound around her arms.
The vines were supple yet strong, like iron hoops, instantly restraining the strange birds.
"Bang!"
With a crisp sound, one strange bird exploded into pieces.
At the same time, Diao Chan's body moved nimbly, weaving through the flock of strange birds. Every punch she threw, a strange bird met its end.
In a mere few seconds, all ten strange birds were annihilated, their deaths gruesome.
"Hoo..."
Zhou Yan exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes narrowing.
"What exactly are these strange birds?" Zhou Yan asked with a frown.
"I'm not sure either." Diao Chan shook her head. "I once heard my grandfather mention that in the ancient era, some gods and alien races joined forces to form a vast power—the Demonic Prison. These strange birds should belong to that power, perhaps related to the Demonic Prison."
"Demonic Prison?" Zhou Yan raised an eyebrow. "You mean these strange birds are the demonic beasts of the Demonic Prison?"
"It should be." Diao Chan's beautiful eyes flickered.
The Demonic Prison was an extremely vast entity in the ancient era. It was said to house hundreds of god-level demonic beasts.
Even though the ancient era had long since ended, traces of the Demonic Prison still remained.
"Let's go, let's look for it."
Zhou Yan stood up and looked into the distance.
"Mmm." Diao Chan nodded, then linked her arm with Zhou Yan's, and they walked towards the distance.
This was a vast desert with rolling yellow sand.
Across this immense land lay endless grit and rocks.
"Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!"
Suddenly, a faint sound echoed in the desert.
"Who?" Zhou Yan and Diao Chan both became vigilant and looked towards the source of the sound.
They saw a figure, entirely shrouded in a gray cloak, emerge from a sand dune.
The figure's head was bowed, concealing its features, making it impossible to discern its appearance.
"Sandstorm is coming!"
The cloaked person's voice was low and hoarse, tinged with a hint of panic. They turned and fled.
Zhou Yan was slightly taken aback. This person's voice seemed strangely familiar...