Chapter 1545: Escape

Chapter 1545: Chapter 1545: Escape

Yang Yan was startled, feeling as if a peerless evil creature had awakened within the Demon Spear, leaving him, its master, terrified.

For a brief moment, Yang Yan even felt an urge to abandon it.

Calming himself slightly, Yang Yan finally suppressed this bizarre notion, and carefully put away the World-Ending Demon Spear.

Then, he took out the Bloodthirsty Mad Saber and slashed at Soul Wuyou, who was amidst the Thunder Tribulation, sending out arcs of bloody saber light.

Soul Wuyou roared thunderously: "Damned human cultivator, you’ve destroyed my body and obliterated the crystallization of my hundred years of effort! I will kill you, I will kill you! May your divine soul be extinguished, your bones ground to dust—"

Soul Wuyou’s form looked ethereal as he was struck by the World-Ending Thunder Tribulation, seeming on the brink of falling at any moment.

However, the black shield above his head emitted a faint glow, with an increasingly strong tendency.

Though the light was thin, it was like an eternal beam of light, never dispersing.

Protected by the black shield, Soul Wuyou concentrated a black battle spear towards Yang Yan.

The spear was filled with intense Soul Power, with trapped souls howling upon it, transforming into a black stream of light, heading straight for Yang Yan’s brow.

Yang Yan’s expression tightened; despite his weakened soul, he once again used the God Explosion Technique.

This technique was left by a supreme Great Power from Ancient Times, who had attempted to reverse life and death to forcefully resurrect his beloved.

Over the years of research, Yang Yan discovered that this God Explosion Technique could be classified as an Immortal Technique.

If one’s Soul Power was robust enough, it could indeed interfere with the river of time.

Yang Yan took a deep breath, frantically mobilizing all his Soul Power, fully activating the God Explosion Technique.

The river of time materialized around him.

Yang Yan felt like a speck of dust within the river, reversing upstream, seemingly crossing the river of time in an instant, arriving at the moment before Soul Wuyou initiated his attack.

Yang Yan’s Spiritual Sense condensed into a Godslaying Halberd imbued with Slaughter Rules, and it pierced Soul Wuyou’s body in a flash.

Ah—

Soul Wuyou let out a heart-wrenching scream as his own soul shattered, primarily breaking apart, while the black shield above him instantly fell.

Boom!

Lightning flashed, a blood-red thunderbolt struck him from the sky, landing precisely on his body.

Yet when the thunderous light faded, he still hadn’t perished, only appearing more ethereal.

Seizing the moment, Yang Yan swiftly extracted the World-Ending Demon Spear and pierced it fiercely into Soul Wuyou.

In an instant, Soul Wuyou’s remaining soul was completely absorbed by the World-Ending Demon Spear, leaving not a trace of his presence.

It was as if he was forcibly erased from this world.

Upon Soul Wuyou’s complete demise, a Secret Realm emerged behind him.

Space twisted violently, showing signs of collapse.

Yang Yan’s eyes shone with joy as he reached out, successfully retrieving most of the items from it before it entirely collapsed.

Moments later, Yang Yan’s eyes darkened as he urgently invoked the Space Law, retreating ten miles away.

Boom—

A gentle cracking sound emanated as the Secret Realm fractured piece by piece, ultimately disappearing into the Dimension Space, returning to silence.

With Soul Wuyou’s fall, the corpses and remnants he controlled suddenly collapsed, rapidly decaying.

On the battlefield, remnants of various forces suddenly found themselves without an enemy, turning towards Yang Yan, not with gratitude, but with burning greed.

There was no need for discussion; nearly everyone immediately unleashed colorful Divine Techniques towards Yang Yan.

At this time, the Celestial Venerable broke free from the True Immortal’s grasp, wielding a pale golden long spear, charging at Yang Yan.

Everyone acted almost simultaneously, though their power clearly differed.

Especially the Celestial Venerable, who led the charge, was upon Yang Yan in a blink, about to clash with him.

Due to forcibly using the God Explosion Technique to traverse the river of time, Yang Yan’s body cracked all over, his face showing an abnormal blush.

The Celestial Venerable clearly noticed Yang Yan’s troubling situation and immediately roared: "Human cultivator, surrender the Source of Rules, become my servant, and I’ll spare your life."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Yang Yan’s mouth; he had long anticipated such an outcome.

However, having encountered so much turmoil, he was always cautious, naturally leaving a path of escape.

During his battle with that God and Demon body, he had already set up a Space Transmission Array.

Yang Yan’s right hand gathered Spiritual Power, instantly activating the Array he had set.

Suddenly, space surged violently, causing Yang Yan’s body to swiftly fade, eventually dispersing into countless light dots that gently vanished in the basin.

Those Divine Techniques fell on Yang Yan’s position, yet seemed to hit nothing but air, watching helplessly as Yang Yan’s body disappeared.

The Celestial Venerable’s eyes showed reluctance, but there was nothing he could do.

As he felt the crowd behind rapidly approaching, his eyes darkened; the pale golden long spear in his hand swept horizontally, just with one motion sinking the basin ten feet below.

Puff puff puff—

The pursuing Ten Thousand Races Cultivators, caught off guard, were simply incapable of resisting such a terrifying attack, with at least twenty percent severely injured or perished in an instant.

The rest saw the treasure had been taken by Yang Yan, and with the Celestial Venerable’s enraged power being so formidable, though unhappy, ultimately they chose to retreat obediently.

Meanwhile, Yang Yan had arrived at a completely strange place on the battlefield.

He hastily summoned the Void-Devouring Tiger, briefly explaining, then fell into a deep sleep.

Days later, amidst a mountain forest where tall blood-red trees dominated, a fiercely explosive sound suddenly erupted from an array-covered spot.

Yang Yan emerged from a newly carved cave, his face ash-gray, coughing severely at times.

Hu and others had long been waiting by the cave.

The Void-Devouring Tiger saw Yang Yan’s blackened face and laughed heartily: "Hahaha! Master, are you planning on acting?

"With your face covered in soot like a pot bottom! Are you trying to make me die laughing, so you can inherit my estate, huh! Hahaha!"

The Void-Devouring Tiger laughed until tears rolled down.

Yang Yan’s face, already dark, became even darker.

Seeing the Void-Devouring Tiger laughing incessantly, Yang Yan casually wiped the wasted medicine dregs he’d refined, using Spiritual Power to smear them on the Void-Devouring Tiger.

The Void-Devouring Tiger’s face turned particularly colorful, yet with Yang Yan’s power, already at play in an instant, constructed a space shackle for him, leaving no room to dodge.

Thus, in a short time, the Void-Devouring Tiger found himself vomiting from the foul-smelling medicine dregs.

Watching the playful Tiger and Yang Yan, Ao Tian and others cheerfully fled far away.

Yang Yan felt extremely satisfied, laughing heartily: "Hu, what did you say? I still have plenty of medicine dregs here. Want to give it a taste?"