The Most Powerful Bodyguard Chapter 1000 1000: Damn! They Ran?

"Did you take my things without my permission?"

At this mont, Yang Yan suddenly rushed out, moving so fast that the Demon Race was unable to respond.

The Blood Pill that should have belonged to him was imdiately snatched by Yang Hu, tightly held in his hand.

"Pathetic human, are you looking for death?"

The Demon Race did not attack imdiately, but stared fiercely at Yang Yan.

However, the violent aura surged on its body, seemingly ready to strike at any mont.

Manhattan had long harbored a deep-seated hatred for Yang Yan, and now having a powerful ally, he shouted imdiately:

"Sir, this person is the peak existence of this small world. Today, he sohow found this place and killed the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch!"

"Nine Netherworld is dead?"

The Demon Race paused, then looked at Yang Yan with a sinister smile:

"Good, good! You've actually killed that Nine Netherworld guy, excellent, truly excellent!"

"However, I'm not like that worthless Nine Netherworld! Dying at the hands of a human is truly laughable!"

"Don't get too happy too soon. The first transmission was just a test, you know? That's why Nine Netherworld was sent over, understand?"

Yang Yan waved the Blood Pill in his hand dismissively, sneering as he said:

"You old monster, being ugly is one thing, but bragging in front of is your mistake!"

"You're only a little stronger than that Nine Netherworld guy, why act all mighty?"

Yang Yan's sowhat crude remarks imdiately elicited a burst of laughter.

Especially from Zhuge Wushuang and Gongsun Ruyan, two won behind him.

They laughed until their bodies shook with mirth.

However, Yang Yan was indeed correct; the Demon Lord's current condition was similar to that of the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch.

The Heavenly Dao Barrier is the ultimate barrier of this earth-bound world.

Crossing it naturally demands a heavy price.

Previously, the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch had so ti to recuperate; this current Demon King had just appeared.

But after he consus the Blood Pill, things would be different.

"Kid, how dare you compare to that useless Nine Netherworld!"

The Demon Race's sandbag-sized fists clenched tightly, roaring:

"Rember my na, I am the Sand King!"

"Fool King?"

Yang Yan froze for a mont, then said with a smile:

"Indeed quite foolish. It fits perfectly!"

The Sand King almost coughed out blood in rage.

In his fury, he no longer wasted words, a flash of cold light appeared, and a long weapon erged in his hand.

It was a black long whip filled with a murderous aura, and lightning crackled along it incessantly.

Especially, this whip, whatever material it was made from, had spikes like steel needles densely embedded across it.

How much flesh would this weapon tear off once it strikes a person?

"Fool King, won't you recover your injuries before fighting ?"

Yang Yan asked with a smirk, fiddling with the Blood Ball in his hand.

"Ignorant kid, do you wish to die at my hands so badly?!"

The Sand King was completely enraged, and swung the long whip with a piercing sound, smashing it towards Yang Yan fiercely.

Clang!

The sudden sound of weapons clashing rang out, a fierce fla suddenly appeared in front of Yang Yan.

The Sand King's furious attack was effortlessly blocked by him.

Instantly, a chill surged into the Sand King's heart.

The Sand King's expression flickered uncertainly, and he quietly retracted his weapon.

If soone familiar with him were here, they would know at a glance that the Sand King was planning to flee!

The Sand King was never truly a qualified mber of the Demon Race.

All Demon Race mbers who have interacted with him are well aware that this guy is utterly deceptive, never to be fooled by his appearance.

In fact, his character is completely opposite to the viciousness he portrays.

After retracting the horrifying long whip, the Sand King glanced at Manhattan with a subtle look.

Manhattan was also dumbfounded.

"Is there anything left unhandled here?" The Sand King appeared calm and collected.

Manhattan clearly did not see him as being like Nine Netherworld; Nine Netherworld beside Manhattan appeared as a subordinate, while the Sand King now played more of a commanding role.

Manhattan didn't understand why the Sand King asked this question, but still replied:

"I've handled everything."

The Sand King nodded satisfactorily:

"That's good."

Yang Yan was still perplexed by this random conversation when the Sand King suddenly waved his hand.

In an instant, all of Manhattan's black-clad n and those dozens of monsters were collected into a long sleeve.

The Sand King smiled at the sowhat astonished Yang Yan, then turned and rushed towards Manhattan, grabbing him.

Then...

He fled?!

Yang Yan's shocked face imdiately transford into disbelief.

What the hell?!

For a mont, he truly found it hard to describe his feelings.

"Wang, why did they... run?"

Zhuge Wushuang asked with perplexity as she stood behind Yang Yan.

That so-called Sand King was acting so arrogant just monts ago!

And in terms of strength, he hadn't even fallen behind.

Yet he fled so suddenly? It was truly baffling.

"Let them run, I didn't plan on keeping him anyway."

Yang Yan finally ca to his senses at this mont, shrugging indifferently.

Actually, only Yang Yan and Sass knew that his current strength was not enough to keep the Sand King and Manhattan.

If these two decided to escape together, Yang Yan would just be wasting effort trying to stop them.

Perhaps even forcing them into a desperate situation would lead to his own peril.

Now that the Sand King had fled with his group, it was actually a good thing for Yang Yan.

"This ti, rescuing the Dusk Race is enough to achieve our goal, anything else is nonessential, no need to force it."

Yang Yan waved his hand, moving beside Sass.

This guy was still sitting on the ground at this mont, frowning with a puzzled expression.

"Sass, we're preparing to rescue your Clan Leader, why do you still have that look?"

Yang Yan asked with so confusion.

"Moonlight, sothing seems wrong."

Sass raised his head, eyes full of bitterness as he spoke:

"I can no longer sense the presence of the Clan Leader and the others."

"Previously, I could still feel it here, but it suddenly began to weaken until it vanished without a trace."

"At first, I thought it was my own problem. Until just now, all the presence disappeared as if it never existed!"

"I can't sense it at all! Not a bit!"

Yang Yan's eyes widened in disbelief as he asked:

"What?!"

Imdiately, he gathered his senses and released his full Divine Sense.

In an instant, a terrifying Divine Sense enveloped several icebergs, searching inch by inch like a carpet.

Yet, it was the sa as before.

Yang Yan's Divine Sense was blocked, unable to detect anything.

"Turn the mountains!"

Yang Yan roared with rage, charging at the mountains first, directly using Star Night to slice several icebergs.

Whether it was within or beneath the icebergs, or into the hidden Underground Palace.

No, no, and still no!

Finally, it was Gongsun Ruyan who found a clue.