With a sweep of the long saber in his hand, Zhou Yan unleashed a fearsome gust of wind that repelled the opposing long sword. Simultaneously, the surge of energy followed the sword, shattering the Ice Soul Sword of his opponent.
"Hahaha, I told you, trash like you could never defeat me!" the Demon Race powerhouse roared triumphantly.
However, as the words left his lips, his expression abruptly changed. He felt an extremely dangerous aura approaching from behind.
"Not good!"
The Demon Race powerhouse’s face contorted in panic. With a flash, he dodged to the side.
"Screech!"
The moment he evaded, a ghastly gash was torn across his chest.
"Ah!"
The Demon Race powerhouse let out a pained scream, clutching his wound as he collapsed onto the ground, his face pale.
"You all, die!"
Zhou Yan bellowed, his palm sweeping out. A powerful surge of energy, carrying destructive pressure, shot forward. Everything in its path was pulverized into dust, leaving not a single trace.
The expressions of the other Demon Race powerhouses shifted drastically as they sensed a potent danger looming above them, a fatal threat descending.
As Zhou Yan's feet touched the ground, he cast his gaze forward.
He could clearly see countless figures flashing through the void ahead.
These individuals were all from the Demon Emperor's Mansion!
"Today, all of you will perish!" Zhou Yan shouted again, clenching his fist. A fearsome energy ripple immediately spread out, engulfing the Demon Race powerhouses in its terrifying embrace.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
Explosions resounded, followed by screams.
The Demon Race powerhouses, unable to even struggle, were instantly shredded into bloody mist by the terrifying energy.
"Hiss~~~!"
"So terrifying!"
"He actually managed to instantly kill so many Demon Race powerhouses."
The faces of the Demon Race powerhouses twitched uncontrollably, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"You little brat, I see you’re tired of living! How dare you attack the Demon Race? You deserve to die! Perish!" At this moment, an ancient monster from the Demon Emperor's Mansion roared furiously, a remarkable surge of power emanating from his body.
The ring on his finger began to glow with brilliant light.
In the next instant, three black beams of light shot out from the ring, slamming forcefully into Zhou Yan's body.
"Pfft!"
A muffled sound echoed as Zhou Yan was directly pierced. Crimson blood sprayed out, dyeing half the sky red.
"Damn it!" Seeing this, the ancient monster from the Demon Emperor's Mansion couldn't help but curse.
He had never expected Zhou Yan to possess such terrifying strength, to be able to withstand the combined assault of three Demon Emperors. If he hadn't reacted in time, he would likely have perished by now.
This outcome filled him with rage.
"You killed our Demon Race powerhouses, you must pay with your life!" the ancient monster from the Demon Emperor's Mansion fixed his icy gaze on Zhou Yan and shouted, "Boy, I'll give you two choices: first, kneel down and beg for mercy, then hand over those demon corpses. Second, I will refine you into a puppet, making you a slave of the Demon Emperor's Mansion forever."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan let out a cold snort, "You Demon Race are truly despicable!"
"Hmph, so what if we are despicable? In the face of absolute power, your Demon Race is still insignificant!" the old monster from the Demon Emperor's Mansion sneered and said, "Now, I will let you know the consequences of opposing my Demon Race!"
Without further ado, he activated the demonic artifact from the Demon Emperor's Mansion. A fearsome fluctuation emanated from the ring, and streaks of black light rapidly converged, quickly forming a massive, pitch-black spear.
The spear was a hundred feet long, entirely black, with strange patterns etched onto its surface, seemingly containing some special energy. Within these patterns, faint, peculiar runes could be seen wriggling slowly, as if imbued with some terrifying power.
Seeing this, Zhou Yan's brow furrowed slightly, a silent astonishment growing within him.
The Demon Emperor's Mansion truly possessed immense wealth. This single demonic artifact alone was priceless.
He surmised that the Demon Emperor's Mansion must possess at least ten such artifacts.
However, Zhou Yan felt no fear, for he possessed the Qiankun Creation Tower. He was unsure of its exact quality, but with it, even a Demon King would be unable to harm him.
"Go!"
The ancient monster from the Demon Emperor's Mansion roared, and the spear thrust viciously towards Zhou Yan.
"Swish swish!"
A whistling sound tore through the air. Where the spear passed, space itself shattered, and the surrounding dimensions warped violently, resembling a spiderweb.
"Hmph!"
Zhou Yan let out a cold snort at the Demon Emperor's Mansion old monster's offensive maneuver. He then formed a hand seal, and a cyan gem emerged from his storage pouch.
A peculiar radiance flowed over the cyan gem in Zhou Yan's hand, which then floated in front of him.
The cyan gem faintly exuded an ancient aura, causing the surrounding demon realm inhabitants to change color, feeling an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"What is that thing?" someone asked in confusion.
At this moment, the demon realm powerhouse pondered, "That is... a soul treasure!"
Hearing the words "soul treasure," everyone's gaze froze, their eyes filled with intense greed.
"Boy, obediently hand over that soul treasure and kowtow a few times, and perhaps I will spare your life. Otherwise, I will directly absorb your soul, making you wish you were dead!" the Demon Race powerhouse threatened sinisterly.
Hearing the Demon Race powerhouse's threat, Zhou Yan let out a disdainful laugh and said, "You think you can absorb my soul with your meager abilities? You're dreaming!"
"Since that is the case, then I shall let you experience what it truly means to wish you were dead!"