Chapter 1553: Old Enemy? Pawn?

Chapter 1553: Chapter 1553: Old Enemy? Pawn?

The cultivator opposite Yang Yan was completely shrouded in a black robe, and even with his abilities, he couldn’t see the other’s true face.

However, one thing was certain—the mysterious guy emitted a dense demonic Qi.

Moreover, Yang Yan felt a vague sense of familiarity from him, yet it was ambiguous.

He quickly searched his memory but couldn’t recall anything.

A cold laugh came from the cultivator’s mouth: "Why, doesn’t our Alliance Leader Yang Yan remember me? Well, I am just a nameless underling in your eyes, not worthy of your concern."

Yang Yan grew increasingly cautious; it seemed it was indeed someone familiar.

You must know that when he came to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, he didn’t disclose his name except to Ao Tian, Void-Devouring Tiger, and others. Logically, the other Ten Thousand Races cultivators might know of his presence but wouldn’t necessarily recognize him.

Yet at this moment, the person knew his name and spoke as if he had been an opponent before.

Unfortunately, even now, Yang Yan couldn’t remember who this person was, so he remained silent.

The black-robed cultivator said mockingly, "Yang Yan, in the past you trampled me underfoot. Did you ever think that one day I’d stand before you again?"

While speaking, the black-robed cultivator slowly removed his robe, revealing his true appearance.

Yang Yan looked at this familiar yet strange face with surprise.

Yang Yan never expected that his opponent would be this person.

This guy was none other than Fu Wushen, who caused the beast tide at the Valley of Ten Thousand Herbs to steal the Nine Netherworld Firebird egg.

Yang Yan narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Fu Wushen, I didn’t expect it to be you! After your crushing defeat, you lost your physical body. So now you have the courage to face me?! Aren’t you afraid that this time, you’ll be utterly destroyed?"

Fu Wushen’s face was filled with rage, and he roared, "Yang Yan, do you have any idea the kind of suffering I’ve endured after that battle?!"

"Now I’ve returned, drenched in blood, and the pain I experienced before will be inflicted upon you tenfold, a hundredfold. Yang Yan, die!"

Demonic Qi erupted from Fu Wushen’s body, and a vicious bone spike appeared in his hand, wrapped with an Order Divine Chain. The space around him instantly turned into nothingness.

Boom boom boom—

Amid the surging aura, dark ripples spread outward into the surrounding space.

Yang Yan’s expression was as dark as water.

He felt a wave of destruction emanating from the bone spike.

This wave seemed to want to turn everything into emptiness.

A series of illusory spaces appeared around Yang Yan. When this eerie wave touched the space, it immediately collapsed, turning everything into smoke and ash.

At this moment, Fu Wushen moved.

Like a black lightning bolt, he broke through the space around him in an instant and reached Yang Yan’s side.

The phantom images of planets around Yang Yan quickly solidified, appearing real, and converged into a nebula, crushing toward Fu Wushen.

Fu Wushen’s mouth curled into a cold grin, and the destruction rule on the bone spike grew even denser, forming a Heaven-Opening Giant Sword that slashed toward the star cluster.

The void surrounding them continually turned to nothingness, transforming into chaotic airflow lingering around them.

Fu Wushen let out a roar, and the bone spike in his hand once again exerted force, with Demonic Qi surging.

The massive star cluster was split in half by the Heaven-Opening Giant Sword, bypassing the fragmented cluster and slashing toward Yang Yan.

In an instant, the terrifying force reached Yang Yan.

Yang Yan seemed to be bound by an invisible force, unable to move, and was instantly sliced in two by the Heaven-Opening Giant Sword.

Fu Wushen showed a look of joy on his face, but in an instant, his expression changed, and he hurriedly flew forward.

Where his body had been, a long spear with a blood-drenched tip appeared there.

Yang Yan’s voice echoed: "What, Fu Wushen, is that all you can do? If so, you should stay here obediently!"

Fu Wushen’s face changed drastically, as Yang Yan’s body suddenly appeared in front of him.

A blood-red saber beam sliced through the void, landing on Fu Wushen’s body in an instant.

The violent spiritual power scattered, shattering the black robe on Fu Wushen completely.

Seeing the scene before him, Yang Yan’s eyes showed a hint of shock.

That saber beam frantically landed on Fu Wushen, bringing forth a large amount of firelight.

However, beneath the black robe, Fu Wushen’s body showed not a trace of injury.

Only Fu Wushen’s head remained human-like, but his body was replaced by Star Gold Crystal.

Yang Yan’s Bloodthirsty Mad Saber fell on Fu Wushen’s body, causing flames to flash.

Yet, he clearly saw that under such fierce attacks, only a faint white mark was left.

Yang Yan’s expression grew increasingly solemn.

Fu Wushen sneered, "Keep going, go on! Are you just tickling me? Hahaha..."

Yang Yan snorted coldly, "As you wish."

As he spoke, the Demon God’s shadow manifested behind him.

In an instant, the Demonic Qi originally surrounding Fu Wushen concealed within his body.

Fu Wushen’s expression changed, never expecting such a situation to arise.

He hurriedly raised his arm, trying to resist the sudden World-Ending Demon Spear.

However, he never expected that this was not Yang Yan’s real body.

Behind him, Yang Yan’s body emerged from a void.

In his hand, he held the World-Ending Demon Spear blazing with blood-red light, fiercely stabbing into Fu Wushen’s head.

Fu Wushen’s eyes widened; he never thought he would die by his own hand like this.

Yang Yan held Fu Wushen’s head, quietly watching as Fu Wushen turned to dust and scattered in the space.

Only the Star Gold Crystal body fell to the ground, emitting a crisp metallic sound.

Yang Yan collected Fu Wushen’s body, feeling strange inside.

Why did Fu Wushen become like this?

Why could he control a body made of Star Gold Crystal?

Yang Yan attempted to probe Fu Wushen’s sea of consciousness but found an extremely powerful restriction preventing his exploration.

Faintly, the restriction contained the existence of Immortal Dao Laws.

Yang Yan’s expression gradually grew darker, sensing that he seemed caught up in a great conspiracy.

The layout was shrouded in mist, with many people competing within it, searching for what they desired.

Yet he was unknowingly manipulated by those in this chess game.

Yang Yan understood that the participants were all at the True Immortal level, while he, a mere Saint, was vastly outmatched and had no means to counter it.

Yang Yan looked at the World Tree floating in his mind, a hint of determination in his eyes.

Yang Yan softly whispered, "Even if I am a pawn, it matters not. Once I have sufficient strength, I will destroy all those who have used me."

After saying this, Yang Yan no longer spoke, quietly waiting for the next wave of opponents to arrive.