The Demon with Holy Radiance

’Those Demon Fiends are just... gone. Their auras have vanished from Earth Demon Cliff, and they’re never coming back.

’They... were truly killed!’

"You... how did you do that?"

Huan was in disbelief.

But before Yang An could answer, he grew excited again.

"Try it again! Try it again!"

The words had barely left his mouth when more than a dozen Demon Fiends entered the area, approaching from the dense fog at the perimeter.

"Quick! Kill them!"

Huan grew desperate.

Yang An was silent for a moment, but he still raised his hand and activated the invisibly spreading Spiritual Light Net.

Even without using the Power of Rules he had integrated, as long as they were within the range of the Spiritual Light Net, killing a few Corpse Transformations or even Zombie Gods was a simple matter for him.

The next moment, a blinding light flashed once more. A torrent of light energy erupted, instantly engulfing all the Demon Fiends.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen more Demon Fiends died at Yang An’s hands, leaving nothing behind.

"HAHAHAHA! It’s real! It’s real!"

Witnessing once again that Yang An truly possessed the ability to kill them, Huan violently grabbed the sides of the Stone Stele. He seemed desperate to break free, but it was impossible.

A look of excitement filled his eyes, as if he had waited countless years for this very day. In an almost begging posture, he called out frantically to Yang An.

"Please... kill me! Kill me now!"

He wasn’t the only one. When they sensed two consecutive waves—dozens of their kind—vanish without a trace the moment they entered the mist, the Demon Fiends outside the fog also realized what was happening.

In an instant, they too became uncontrollably excited. A demonic frenzy erupted as they charged heedlessly into the fog.

Huan wasn’t the only one who had been waiting for this day; they all had.

"Get out! It’s not your turn to die yet!"

Huan flew into a rage.

The next moment, the surrounding fog, as if under his command, suddenly swirled into a violent storm.

Any Demon Fiend that tried to rush in was instantly torn to shreds by the terrifying storm, raining down as countless bits of flesh. A thick, bloody stench filled the air for hundreds of meters around.

Yang An stood quietly, watching the actions of Huan and the Demon Fiends without making a move.

To his surprise, the Demon Fiends that tried to charge in had all died at Huan’s hands, torn apart by the storm.

Yang An was puzzled. Huan’s attack had clearly killed a large number of Demon Fiends, yet he suddenly noticed the thick stench of blood quickly disappearing.

He immediately noticed the scattered pieces of flesh were also vanishing, leaving behind only streaks of a black, viscous liquid. In the blink of an eye, the liquid evaporated into black mist and dissipated into nothing.

At the same time, his senses picked up something else. From every corner of Earth Demon Cliff, both near and far, the auras of the Demon Fiends just torn apart by the storm had reappeared. They were once again speeding back toward this location.

He was certain that the Demon Fiends he had killed earlier had not reappeared.

But the Demon Fiends that Huan had just killed had returned as if reborn.

’So it’s true. They really can’t be killed. Only I can do it.’

"Please, kill me! If you kill me, I can tell you a secret."

Huan called out to Yang An again, his tone utterly servile.

Yang An, however, slowly narrowed his eyes.

’Kill you?’

"If I kill you, how can you tell me a secret?

"How about this: if you all can satisfy me, I’ll consider killing you. How does that sound?"