Swish——

Star Night was raised high in his hand, descending with an unstoppable sharpness.

The terrifying aura enveloped the surroundings, making it impossible for the Abyss Demon Monarch to avoid, even though he clearly saw the strike coming.

The Abyss Demon Monarch only felt the terrifying sharpness bearing down on him overwhelmingly, blocking all his escape routes.

With no choice, he steeled his heart and let out a furious roar, his sturdy arm clad in a thick layer of demonic qi, fiercely colliding with the attack.

The collision did not result in the expected earth-shattering explosion; instead, Star Night's edge sliced through the demonic qi on the Abyss Demon Monarch's arm as if it were tofu, its momentum undiminished, silently cutting through his towering body.

"Puff!"

After the strike, a white gleam flashed across the Abyss Demon Monarch's body, followed by a dull thud.

In an instant, his strong body split into two along the line of his arm.

The foul-smelling, blackish-red blood and innards scattered everywhere, as a shadow suddenly shot out from within.

Its appearance was almost identical to the soul of the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch.

Upon its emergence, just like the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch before, it frantically attempted to flee.

Yet Yang Yan, who had already locked onto it, effortlessly caught it with one hand, holding it firmly in his palm, unable to move.

"If I let you escape right under my nose like this, wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?"

Yang Yan looked at the shadow in his hand, which had transformed into a miniature version of the Abyss Demon Monarch, a faint cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Moonlight Emperor, even if you kill us, our army, led by the Demon God, will eventually descend upon this world!"

"By then, your human race will be forever doomed to become the lowly slaves of the great Demon Race!"

Clearly, the Abyss Demon Monarch before him was much tougher than the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch.

Even as his fragile soul was grasped by Yang Yan, he did not plead desperately for mercy but instead crazily provoked him with words.

"Who said I was going to kill you?"

Yang Yan raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile appearing on his face.

He turned his head and pointed at the puppet army engaged in a chaotic battle with the Angel Legion led by Manhattan:

"Do you see them? My Absolute Armament."

Upon hearing Yang Yan's words, the Abyss Demon Monarch seemed to realize something instantly.

He stammered slightly:

"Those are... puppets!"

Yang Yan suddenly burst into hearty laughter:

"Not bad, not bad, your strength may not be great, but you have pretty good vision!"

"Yes, they are a group of puppets, mindless, only knowing how to obey. A total of three thousand eight hundred, all created by me!"

The Abyss Demon Monarch gritted his teeth harshly, saying:

"You are ruthless!"

Yang Yan snorted coldly:

"And you call this ruthless? What a bandit's logic! You clearly intend to enslave my people, if I'm not harsh on you, wouldn't I be too cruel to myself?"

"Honestly, although I'm stronger than you, I must admit your inherent talents are remarkable."

"So, I plan to make you like them, amplifying your talents further to serve me."

"I'm sure in the upcoming great battle, fighting against your own kind will be quite interesting."

Within the shadow, the Abyss Demon Monarch's face grew even more grotesque.

He frantically twisted his body, roaring incessantly: 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"As noble members of the Demon Race, the rightful rulers of the universe, I will never obey you, a petty human! You can forget about it."

As he spoke, the Demonic Soul of the Abyss Demon Monarch began to swell strangely, like an inflating balloon.

"Humph! Want to explode your Demonic Soul! Sorry, but I'll never let you succeed."

Speaking these words, Yang Yan's cold smile deepened.

He snorted coldly, forming a strange hand sign with one hand in the air, slamming it towards the ever-expanding Demonic Soul.

Zzz—Zzz—Zzz!

With a sound reminiscent of a branding iron searing flesh, where Yang Yan's palm landed, a bizarre golden symbol, resembling Eastern oracle bone script, was branded on the forehead of the Abyss Demon Monarch's Demonic Soul.

The moment the golden symbol emitted golden light, the swelling Demonic Soul of the Abyss Demon Monarch seemed to freeze instantly.

Ah——

Then, he let out a heartrending scream, and the Demonic Soul rapidly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a moment, it reverted to its original form.

"The Zhengyi Dao's exorcism method is quite effective. Just a bit rusty!"

"But as the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Training on you, I reckon next time it'll be much smoother!"

Seeing the change in the Abyss Demon Monarch's Demonic Soul, a satisfied smile crept onto Yang Yan's face as he unabashedly murmured to himself.

Partially it was intended for others to hear, and partially he was calculating in his mind, planning to take a trip to the Hidden World and organize the Zhengyi Daoists.

Once the great war against the Demon Race breaks out, they'd be responsible for subduing the bodiless Demonic Souls.

Coupled with his puppetry skill, during the great war, these puppets embedded with Demonic Souls would be a formidable force.

Moreover, this move might just tip the scales, perhaps leading to humanity's ultimate victory in this war, eradicating the Demon Race once and for all.

While Yang Yan was contemplating, a huge space fluctuation appeared above the Antula Clan's residence.

Crack——

With a crisp sound, a Space Passage was forcibly torn open.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

The next moment, formidable auras surged out from it overwhelmingly.

A stunning woman, garbed in coarse linen, adorned with a thorny flower crown, stepped out of the Space Passage, her bare, immaculate ankles touching the ground.

Even without much embellishment, her extraordinary presence was undeniable.

Pale blue eyes, flawless fair cheeks, and a slender figure that even the coarse linen couldn't conceal, all spoke of her perfection as a woman.

The people from the Andrew Temple have finally arrived!

The first to step out of the Space Passage, the woman glanced around, her long, elegant eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Ultimately, her pale blue eyes settled on Yang Yan and Ao Tian.

Her exquisite face showed a hint of surprise, which quickly turned into awkwardness.

Her pearly white teeth slightly parted, and her voice, akin to a celestial melody, reverberated across the sky:

"Why are the two of you appearing here at the same time?"

As the Thorn Flower Ring Bishop of the Andrew Temple, Alexia, had rushed over immediately upon receiving the Antula Clan's plea for help.

According to the Antula Clan's distress call, someone forcefully infiltrated, intending to seize the Space Origin.

Momentarily confused, she initially assumed these two were the ones here to plunder.

However...

In a way, that assumption wasn't entirely wrong.

After all, Yang Yan did intend to take away the Space Origin.