Gabriel and Lucifer, like emotionless machines, showed no change in their expressions.

However, the elder of the Atlantis tribe flew into a rage, cursing fluently though not smoothly in ancient Nordic.

In the next moment, the old man turned and ran without a second thought.

Yang Yan completely ignored them.

The space around him distorted, and his body became blurred.

When he reappeared, he was already above Manhattan, who was fleeing.

Swish!

Star Night unleashed an unmatched Sword Aura, pinpointing his target firmly.

Sensing the dangerous aura overhead, even in chaos, Manhattan did not intend to sit and wait for death.

Roar!

With a roar like a beast, his body began to undergo intense changes.

On the surface of his human skin, black veins like ancient script emerged, as if covered with worms.

In the blink of an eye, countless black scales grew rapidly on his skin.

In less than half a minute, Manhattan had transformed into a bizarre half-human, half-demon creature.

His face twisted, spewing Demonic Qi, with eyes exuding a palpable killing intent.

Roar!

With another beast-like roar, the transformed Manhattan raised his turquoise claws, still retaining a hint of human arms, striving to grab the Sword Aura overhead.

The claws moved so swiftly, leaving a turquoise afterimage.

Yang Yan's Sword Aura couldn't be stopped even by the mighty body of the Abyss Demon Monarch.

Manhattan's half-human, half-demon body is no exception.

Ka-cha—

The Sword Aura swept through, slicing the two front claws off instantly, causing them to fall helplessly to the ground.

Yet, Hamantton knew the terror of this young man before him, naturally not expecting to block such a decisive strike.

He merely intended to use this as a cover for his soul's escape.

At his level, the body was already not that important.

Especially when life and death were at stake, he couldn't care less.

With both front claws severed, a faint white shadow escaped from Manhattan's half-human, half-demon transformed body.

Upon closer inspection, the front of the shadow resembled Manhattan.

After the soul shadow detached, Manhattan's body didn't lose its ability to act.

Instead, it launched a reckless counterattack against Yang Yan.

Though having lost the most offensive forelimbs, sharp spikes sprouted rapidly from the demonic body.

The Demon Race is born for war.

All their physiological structures exist for combat.

Relying on their innate physical advantage, no one dared to ignore the retaliatory strike of this body under the same strength.

But before Yang Yan, such a counterattack seemed insufficient.

Yang Yan raised an eyebrow, using his fists and feet, with Star Night in hand radiating brilliant light.

In the blink of an eye, Manhattan's demonic body turned into a pool of mangled flesh.

By this point, Yang Yan detected that this demonic body had become a puppet devoid of a soul.

Yet it's unknown what kind of method Manhattan employed, as even after his soul left the body, it could still act against enemies, with a strength increase of more than double.

Such a turn of events didn't surprise Yang Yan.

With Manhattan's cunning nature, it would only be surprising if he didn't have some life-saving methods at his disposal!

At this moment, Yang Yan's resolve to eliminate Manhattan grew even stronger.

If this fiend isn't eradicated, it will surely bring endless disaster!

With blue light flickering in his eyes, Yang Yan's world reverts to a monotone black and white.

Though Manhattan used Secret Techniques to mask his presence, his soul was crystal clear to Yang Yan's gaze.

"Come to me!"

Yang Yan stared at Manhattan's gradually retreating soul, letting out a deep growl.

Though his voice sounded strange in pitch, others didn't feel much about it.

But in the mind of fleeing Manhattan's soul, it sounded like a thunderclap exploding above, shaking his consciousness.

The previously near-invisible soul began to show shadow.

A tremendous sense of fear engulfed him, and his fleeing actions suddenly froze mid-air.

Yang Yan wasted no words, releasing a pure energy-condensed black chain from his hand.

Whew—

A breaking wind sound rang out as the chain instantly entangled the soul-state Manhattan like it had a mind.

"No!"

Feeling the chain's special oppressive force on the soul, Manhattan let out a defiant roar.

Of course, though desperate, he did not intend to sit and wait for doom, softly chanting a few cryptic Spells.

As he uttered the final syllable, the previously clear sky churned with dark clouds, making the world dim.

Amid the clouds, silver glimmers sparkled, and bursts of thunder resonated across the sky.

Boom!

Following that, several lightning bolts as thick as barrels struck from the sky.

Their target was the black chain released by Yang Yan.

Yet witnessing this spectacle left Yang Yan a bit speechless.

Manhattan had put in efforts on soul cultivation that exceeded Yang Yan's imagination.

The low growl he uttered earlier was a Secret Technique named Soul Suppressing Roar, a Dharma Gate of Zhengyi Dao for ghost subjugation.

Against ordinary enemies, it might not be very effective, but against spirits, it has extraordinary results.

Though it was merely a technique Yang Yan learned out of boredom, with his realm, its power matched that of a top-level Profound Sect Daoist.

Regardless, when he executed the Soul Suppressing Roar, Manhattan's soul not only received no substantial harm but could also mount a counterattack, which was rather baffling.

It must be acknowledged that compared to others of the same strength, Manhattan's soul intensity was far superior.

However, it's merely that.

Manhattan's summoned lightning not only failed to halt the chain's momentum but rather caused black light to surge on its surface when struck.

Boom!

A tremendous Devouring Power emerged, absorbing nearly all this electrical energy.

Though detailed, this complex process transpired within just one or two breaths.

The chain ignored the lightning bolts striking from above, traversed layers of space, wrapping Manhattan's soul tightly.

Despite all his efforts, his Soul Body remained immobile.

With a single-hand shake, Yang Yan drew the chain holding Manhattan's soul in an arc, swiftly gathering it before himself.

When the chain ceased retracting, Manhattan's Soul Body hovered right in front of Yang Yan.

"Impossible, impossible! How could I fail! How could it be possible…"

Staring at this youthful face so near, Manhattan's soul let out hysterical screams as if driven mad.

Sadly, Yang Yan gave him no more time to vent.

With a thought, the chain wrapped around Manhattan's soul flared with intense black light.

Ah—

Accompanied by a piercing, tragic scream, his soul rapidly dimmed visibly.

Yang Yan's eyes lit up, delighted and amazed simultaneously.