The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Yang Yan looked at the radiant Nascent Void and couldn’t help but ask excitedly, "Is it fully repaired? Do we now have the confidence to completely seal the Celestial Demon King?"

Unexpectedly, the Nascent Void Spirit shook its head helplessly and said, "The repair is complete, but we have not gathered much Wish Power of All Living Beings, so we still cannot perfectly seal it successfully."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Yang Yan’s eyes, difficult to conceal.

The Nascent Void Spirit also said to Yang Yan with some concern, "Now the Celestial Demon King is growing stronger with the passage of time. If his cultivation level rises again, even if you gather the Wish Power of All Living Beings, you will not be able to defeat and seal him."

Yang Yan sighed slightly helplessly, "But I still don’t understand how to collect the Wish Power of All Living Beings. I can only feel some of the Wish Power of the Wandering Dragon Star People gathering on me, but it’s just a small part."

The Nascent Void thought for a moment, "My master once said, ’One day, the Celestial Demon King will break the seal and emerge, but unfortunately, I have to leave. If future generations face the breakout of the Demon King, they must inform future inheritors: Chaotic Times arise, all living beings mourn. Ignite the flame, establish new gods!’"

Yang Yan asked in confusion, "What does this mean?"

The Nascent Void explained, "In Chaotic Times, everyone thinks about surviving. At such times, no one knows if they will see the sunrise tomorrow. What they need now is a presence to guide them, like a spark in the darkness, giving them hope to walk out of the dark."

After hearing this, a trace of realization flashed in Yang Yan’s eyes, but he seemed somewhat bewildered, "Now that I am the leader of the Wandering Dragon Alliance, although I once felt the wish power gathering from everyone, how can I absorb the Wish Power on a large scale?"

At this moment, a sudden booming sound came from outside the hall.

Yang Yan’s expression changed, and he flashed out of the hall.

Indeed, the Celestial Demon King had brought the Evil Spirit Puppets to attack again.

The Supreme Elder and his group had already engaged the Celestial Demon King at the first moment.

The cultivators also refused to show weakness, rushing forward to fully battle the Evil Spirit Puppets.

Although they were not completely defeated, the situation was very critical.

Especially since the human side had an imbalance in middle-low-end combat power, defeat was only a moment away.

Indeed, within such a short period, the cultivator army had shown signs of collapse.

Seeing the situation was not favorable, Yang Yan immediately took action. With a single move, he exterminated the Evil Spirits in the front line, slightly relieving some of the pressure.

However, the situation remained severe.

The Evil Spirit Army was enormous, seemingly endless.

What’s most terrifying is that they could infect other cultivators. Often, after several clashes, their numbers would increase instead.

In such a cycle, the Evil Spirit Army often had an absolute advantage.

Although the cultivators had already put their lives on the line during years of battles against Evil Spirits, one by one, daring death, at this moment facing the endless and highly capable Evil Spirit Army, they also felt immense pressure.

Yang Yan, having struck successfully, didn’t stop there.

He pushed on with all his might, successively eliminating at least ten waves of Evil Spirits at the front line, finally rescuing the surrounded cultivators.

Looking at the short time it took for the Wandering Dragon Alliance Array to turn unrecognizable, and the corpses scattered all around, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Yang Yan was well aware that the cultivators on his side were actually no less powerful than the Evil Spirits.

Even though those Evil Spirits only cared about slaughter and had lost their senses, causing them not to die in combat, realistically speaking, at equal power, the cultivators had an advantage.

The reason for this outcome was merely because, in the hearts of these cultivators, the opponents they faced might often be relatives or friends, hence, deep inside, they likely felt a trace of compassion, unable to fight with full force.

Yang Yan knew profoundly that at this critical moment of life and death, he must find a way to break through the cultivators’ inner barriers, so they could help buy some time as much as possible.

"Think of the homes destroyed by Evil Spirits, see the land covered in fresh blood, think of your dead relatives and friends, there might be familiar friends or lovers among the Evil Spirits you are battling."

"However! You must steel your hearts and kill them. If their consciousness still exists, they would certainly not wish to remain as puppets of slaughter between man and ghost. Although their bodies remain, are their souls truly at peace?"

"Kill! We have no choice. If you want to be puppets, continue to be merciful. Alive, you can pray for the dead. For your surviving kin, follow me and kill!"

Upon saying this, Yang Yan turned around and entered the place where the Evil Spirits were densest, continuing to fight relentlessly without reservation.

The continuous slaughter stained Yang Yan’s clothes red.

At this time, most people came to their senses and fought the Evil Spirits desperately like madmen.

Some, even when their Spiritual Power ran out, were determined to leave a wound on their opponent.

Numerous cultivators exploded themselves in areas where Evil Spirits were most concentrated after their struggle.

Just then, a deafening sound came from above.

Everyone looked toward the sound, their eyes filled with sadness and anger, yet helpless.

From the center of the explosion came the Celestial Demon King’s roar, "Damn insects, how dare you harm me with self-detonation! I will turn you all into puppets and torture you for millennia to vent my heart’s wrath."

With these words, the Celestial Demon King accelerated his attacks on the other Supreme Elders.

Seeing several Supreme Elders severely wounded and coughing blood ceaselessly by the Celestial Demon King’s attack, Yang Yan’s expression became menacingly terrifying.

He turned to face the cultivators and roared hoarsely, "Those at the later stage of Core Formation and above, follow me to kill the Celestial Demon King. For our home, our family, even if it means self-detonation, we must leave a scar on him!"

The cultivators saw the tragic situation above, spurred by Yang Yan’s words, all who could travel through the air flew toward the battlefield in the sky.

Seeing this, Yang Yan shouted, "There’s no need for cannon fodder above; anyone not at the later stage of Core Formation should get down here. The battle below cannot be lost; our hope lies there!"

Upon hearing this, those cultivators gave up, returned to the lower battlefield, went to alleviate the plight of lower-level cultivators, turning their intense anger into ruthless assaults.

Although the cultivators below continued to fight and bleed against the Evil Spirit Puppets, in their hearts they prayed that those led by Yang Yan could reverse the defeat of high-level power and possibly kill the Celestial Demon King to restore their original homeland.

With everyone’s prayers, strands of ethereal, colorless power drifted towards Yang Yan, gradually gathering and merging within him, until metamorphosis!

However, at this moment, Yang Yan was fully occupied with rage and fury in his heart, only knowing to attack endlessly without any awareness...