Chapter 1526: Unprecedented Crisis

Chapter 1526: Chapter 1526: Unprecedented Crisis

This is not a single person, but the self-detonation of nearly ten thousand people.

In an instant, those planet phantoms shattered and vanished.

Yang Yan let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

At the center of the explosion, the void emitted a stream of air carrying a chaotic aura, quickly burying that space.

Yang Yan’s face was as still as water, his gaze burning as he stared at the rapidly disappearing area.

He only felt that the space was extremely dangerous, and even in his current strong state, any contact would inevitably lead to his downfall within it.

Yang Yan no longer pursued those Mo Lin clan cultivators, but turned his gaze to another space.

Murderous intent surfaced once again in Yang Yan’s eyes.

The Evil Qi that had dissipated somewhat after slaughtering one side of the battlefield surged wildly again, growing stronger and spreading like substance in all directions.

Kill!

Kill every enemy invading Earth,

This war has no right or wrong, only survival.

For survival, by any means, kill those who invade.

In this battle, he cannot retreat.

His kindness, his compassion, none of it can exist even for a moment.

If he retreats, countless ordinary people on Earth, his loved ones, friends will perish.

This war will continue until one side is completely annihilated, unyielding and relentless.

This is righteousness, for the survival of the human race.

Even if it means losing his life, Yang Yan will not hesitate.

With a roar, Yang Yan’s figure transformed into a streak of light, once again throwing himself into the battlefield ahead.

At this moment, the hoarse voice of the Mo Lin clan elder, entangled by Fu Xi and others, echoed to every corner of the universe.

"Our Mo Lin clan, passed down from ancient times. For thousands of years, we have endured hardships in spatial rifts, but our hearts for restoring glory still burn. I, the senior elder of the Mo Lin clan, hereby respectfully request the clan’s sacred artifact."

At this time, above the Mo Lin continent, silver-white thunder surged, the rumbling echoed, endless thunder converged, instantly forming a huge silver-white cauldron.

The starry sky underwent a violent upheaval, and with a gentle wave of the elder’s hand, the cauldron turned into a silver beam flying toward Yang Yan.

As the cauldron passed, the void collapsed, chaotic qi surged wildly, and Yang Yan felt a shock in his heart, his primordial spirit uneasy.

He looked at his human compatriots falling continuously behind him, and his originally hesitant gaze instantly turned resolute.

Among them was his friend, Lin Zimu, whose spiritual power was exhausted, yet still dragged his weary body to continue slaughter.

Yang Yan watched Fu Xi and others, also entangled by enemy cultivators unable to break free.

Just moments ago, under Mo’s frenzied attack, Yang Yan suffered serious injuries.

Afterward, he didn’t stop but destroyed a battlefield.

Though Yang Yan appeared unscathed on the surface, his body was severely damaged internally.

Luckily, Yang Yan possessed the terrifying repair ability of a Flawless Divine Body, and with the life force of the World Tree constantly healing his injuries, he could continue fighting.

Adjusting his mindset, Yang Yan stared firmly at the approaching giant cauldron, his whole body like a taut bowstring ready to strike.

The elder’s face was like a madman, pushing his speed to the limit, dodging Fu Xi and the others’ fierce attacks while launching deadly moves.

He roared lowly, "Yang Yan, this is our clan’s sacred artifact, Demon God Cauldron, which once slaughtered many of your Earth’s cultivators. I want to see if you can survive the attacks of this Demon God Cauldron. Hahaha..."

Yang Yan’s eyes were bloodshot, reflecting eerie blood light.

This is an unprecedented crisis.

The Demon God Cauldron itself contained terrifying aura, wherever it passed, human cultivators were swiftly crushed, continuously falling.

Among them were many faces familiar to Yang Yan.

But, knowing it was death, they still fearlessly charged toward the Demon God Cauldron, then self-detonating nearby, just to delay the Demon God Cauldron for a moment.

Suddenly, Yang Yan could no longer maintain his composure.

His Absolute Armament of three thousand Liuyun Crowd and eight hundred Celestial Mist Dao charged decisively toward the Demon God Cauldron.

Yang Yan’s face was ferocious, the World-Ending Demon Spear in his hand trembling violently, releasing golden brilliance.

Yang Yan looked at the Demon God Cauldron growing closer and closer, his eyes revealing madness.

Without hesitation, he channeled his life force and spiritual power into the World-Ending Demon Spear explosively.

Only to see the once phantom figure of the World-Ending Demon Spear gradually solidifying, an agitated power rising within him.

This was Demon Intent, World Destruction Demon Intent, yet the figure was astonishingly Yang Yan’s appearance!

He donned a black Emperor’s Robe, holding the World-Ending Demon Spear whose color had changed from golden to black.

A domineering aura surged skyward, like a flood rushing out in all directions.

Though Yang Yan was losing a large amount of life force, his form beginning to wither, he emitted an unmatched aura that made others dare not approach.

"Home is right behind us, we cannot retreat, I only wish to leave a peaceful world for future generations. As cultivators, why fear a battle?!"

With Yang Yan’s long voice ringing out, for a moment the battle flames in everyone’s hearts blazed, an intense fighting spirit spread wildly across the battlefield, affecting everyone.

Yang Yan’s eyes were like torches, silently gazing at the rapidly approaching Demon God Cauldron, firmly gripping the wildly trembling World-Ending Demon Spear in his hand.

"Kill!!!"

Yang Yan suddenly let out a long roar skyward.

This roar was earth-shaking, the starry sky trembling, shaking the soul.

Boom—

The murderous aura on Yang Yan’s body rose, placing a blood crown upon the phantom.

This roar caused Mo Lin clan cultivators’ faces to change drastically, their figures retreating frantically.

This roar shocked them, spreading fear in their hearts, losing the courage to fight against.

At this moment, in their eyes, Yang Yan was an unmatched Demon God, completely unbeatable, invincible.

Yang Yan’s figure moved, and the shadow that resembled a Demon God swiftly attacked with him.

Hoo!

Yang Yan’s eyes sharpened, and he frantically thrust the World-Ending Demon Spear that had long been filled with power.

In just an instant, the phantom had already arrived before the Demon God Cauldron.

This cauldron had slaughtered True Immortals, bearing Immortal Mark Dao just like the World-Ending Demon Spear, with the residual soul of True Immortals roaring atop it.

When touching the Demon God Cauldron, Yang Yan felt as if the world was becoming chaotic, everything returning to its original state.

Yang Yan was shocked, but still gritted his teeth and persisted, never dodging.

At this moment, the speed of the giant cauldron before him suddenly slowed, yet the aura of the Dao on it became even more frantic.

Accompanied by a roar, Yang Yan took a step forward, black light swirling on the spear, the rumbling continuously sounding.

However, at the moment of their collision, in the battlefield, all the cultivators without exception trembled together.

Those slightly weaker simply bled from seven orifices, their cultivation plummeting.

The originally severely injured cultivators were now unable to endure the rumbling sound, directly collapsing their bodies, primordial spirit dissipating, turning into cosmic dust.