The Demon God Chiyou actually died?!

Yang Yan lowered his head and glanced at the protective shield, then looked at Star Night in his own hand.

Just now, in that moment of desperation, Yang Yan's second sword had stabbed straight into the right side of Chiyou's chest.

What he thought was, since there was no heart on the left, there had to at least be one on the right, right?

Yet in reality, Chiyou didn't have a heart at all!

The Demon God Chiyou, who had already reached the Half-Step Divine Realm, was practically an unsolvable existence.

Unless your strength was far above his, you simply couldn't kill him.

The reason Yang Yan's final sword could make Chiyou die was all thanks to that Devouring Power which had suddenly surged out from within him.

Yang Yan could sense that when his first sword pierced through Chiyou, the Devouring Power in his body had already been stirring restlessly.

When the second sword went in, Yang Yan could no longer suppress it; the Devouring Power followed Star Night and rushed into Chiyou's body together.

Then, like a whale madly sucking in seawater, it began to devour wildly inside Chiyou.

The reason Chiyou died was because more than half of his soul had been sucked away by the Devouring Power.

Otherwise, just by relying on those injuries on his body, Chiyou very likely could have used his monstrous physique to smash through the barrier, then shake off Yang Yan and successfully escape.

Fortunately, none of that happened.

Otherwise, Yang Yan would have gone completely mad.

When the Devouring Power brought Chiyou's soul back, something that delighted Yang Yan happened.

His own soul was no longer like before, where at most it would only increase a tiny bit; instead, it suddenly expanded by several degrees.

Moreover, there were now strands of golden radiance on his soul.

There weren't many, but to Yang Yan, this was incomparably important!

Because once his entire soul transformed into gold, that meant Yang Yan's very Soul Body had stepped into the Divine Realm!

Even if to Yang Yan this might still be something out of reach, taking the first step was still a good thing.

"Moonlight, well done! Really, damn well done!"

Ao Tian flew over, clearly excited, and gave Yang Yan a heavy slap on the shoulder as he said sincerely.

"If I hadn't broken through, wouldn't the Hidden World and the mortal world, including us, all be doomed today?!"

Yang Yan looked at Ao Tian with a half-smile, speaking half-jokingly.

Ao Tian's gaze sharpened; he gave a slight nod, then looked toward the Ten Swords behind him and said seriously:

"If it weren't for this group of subordinates of yours and the people of the Hidden World helping you stall for time, we really would've been finished."

"Didn't you already refine Chiyou's head?"

Yang Yan suddenly cut Ao Tian off, teasing him.

Seeing this, Ao Tian immediately scratched his head and said to Yang Yan a bit awkwardly:

"Ahaha! That, uh, I also refined it… kind of accidentally."

Yang Yan pointed at Chiyou's corpse lying on the ground, still slowly leaking blood, and said:

"Then refine the body too! It'll do you a world of good."

Ao Tian looked at Yang Yan somewhat blankly.

He clearly hadn't expected this guy to suddenly become so easy to talk to.

After all, the one lying on the ground was the Demon God Chiyou!

Frankly speaking, Ao Tian was already an out-and-out Demon Body, and he was still constantly refining Demonic Qi.

Swap in anyone else, and they'd probably already see him as a Demon Race member.

Yet Yang Yan didn't care in the slightest, and even really hoped he'd refine it and get a massive boost in strength?

Seeing Ao Tian staring at him without speaking, Yang Yan immediately guessed what was on his mind.

So he patted Ao Tian on the shoulder in return and said with a smile:

"Just like you said, only a blade that's killed is a butcher's knife. And I believe you'll always stand on my side."

"My King!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…"

Ten streaks of radiance flashed by, and the Ten Swords stood before Yang Yan in unison, bowing.

Yang Yan swept his gaze over them and saw that the badly injured ones like Gongsun Ruyan were still supporting each other; even just standing steady looked like a struggle.

They didn't have the freakish physique of the Demon Race; in such a short time, there was no way they could recover.

Without wasting words, Yang Yan flashed forward and poured a strand of pure energy into each of their bodies.

After the energy entered their bodies, although the Ten Swords didn't rapidly heal, their complexions all became rosier.

"Thank you, my King!"

The Ten Swords, having received this boon, were all overjoyed and thrilled by Yang Yan's advancement.

"Think nothing of it."

Yang Yan waved his hand and said lightly.

He stood tall before the protective shield of Buzhou Space; this was the very center of Buzhou Space, the core of the entire Hidden World.

Right now, the surrounding shield was already covered in dense cracks, as if it could collapse at any moment.

"Sigh!"

Seeing this, Yang Yan couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

Hands clasped behind his back, he turned decisively and walked toward the entrance.

"The core barrier took too heavy a bombardment. Right now it can barely maintain the outer barrier of the Hidden World. But from the looks of it, it won't last long."

"Maybe the next time the Demon Race launches a probing attack, the Hidden World's barrier will shatter."

"So we'd better prepare early! The great tribulation of the Hidden World is here!"

"Thud!"

The man who had lost both legs was stubbornly standing on the ground, propped on his half-stumps of legs that had scabbed over with blood, making him look less than one meter forty tall.

At this moment, upon hearing Yang Yan's words, he suddenly lost his balance and fell straight to the ground.

After he fell, his mouth and nose pressed against the earth, his eyes staring fixedly at the ground before him.

A man who had actually lived for several hundred years and thought himself long indifferent to life and death now let two lines of tears fall.

He muttered:

"The Hidden World is finished, the Hidden World is finished, this world is completely finished too!"

Swish!

As Yang Yan passed by him, he grabbed the man up in one hand and bellowed like a great bell:

"You weren't afraid to throw your life away in front of Chiyou, you didn't fear losing both legs—now that Chiyou is dead, what are you crying for?"

The man's eye sockets were already brimming with tears; he slowly lifted his head now, his tear-blurred gaze turning to Yang Yan:

"For this battle, even heaven and earth will weep; countless living beings will be plunged into misery—let alone me?"

A sharp light flashed through Yang Yan's eyes. He slowly clenched his left hand into a fist and held it before the man:

"If there are no heroes left in this world, then I'll be that hero!"

"Not to save the world—just for my own Heavenly Dao!"

The man stared fixedly at Yang Yan; for a moment, even his tears seemed to freeze.

"Boom!"

Dust flew up as Yang Yan casually set him back on the ground.

Behind him, Ao Tian and the Ten Swords walked over slowly.

"Jing Hong, take this man and send him back to his clan. Also, notify the leaders of all first-rate and above forces in the Hidden World—they all come to gather before me!"

At this moment, Yang Yan revealed for the first time the domineering aura of a sovereign of the mortal world.

"Yes, my King!"

Jing Hong bowed with his sword and accepted the order.

After leaving Buzhou Space, there was no one waiting outside anymore.

In fact, looking out for several hundred li to either side, it was a desolate, uninhabited scene.

Just a single Demon God Chiyou had already turned the Hidden World into this.

If the extraterritorial Demon Race launched a full-scale invasion of the Hidden World, what would happen?

It was simply unimaginable.

"Ao Tian, hurry and come with me for a trip."

Yang Yan suddenly called out to Ao Tian.