Yang Yan showed no rcy to these black-clad figures, and slaughtered them with great satisfaction.
In a brief mont, he couldn't even tell how many lives he had harvested.
Suddenly, the black-clad figures in front of him seed to receive so ssage and retreated in perfect synchrony.
Just at that mont, Yang Yan caught sight of a crescent moon in the sky out of the corner of his eye.
But this moon was filled with a blood red color.
This was a blood moon!
Countless blood stained the land beneath his feet, and the surrounding air suddenly beca stagnant.
The sounds of battle had long since disappeared, and the scene before his eyes changed abruptly.
A crescent blood moon hung above Yang Yan's head, with the sky beneath it completely consud by the color of blood.
Yang Yan realized he had suddenly arrived at a cetery.
Gravestones stood tall around him, and bare trees rose up beside him.
Yet Yang Yan showed no sign of disturbance, rely standing silently in place, gazing ahead.
"Hoo..."
It seed as though soone was breathing wind beside Yang Yan's ear.
"Woo..."
"Swish..."
A gust of Yin wind swept in, turning normal in speed when it reached Yang Yan, only brushing past slowly.
anwhile, the previously bare trees mysteriously grew leaves, rustling crisply in the wind.
It seed to be—the symphony of the undead.
It had arrived.
Yang Yan appeared insensitive to everything before him, simply staring quietly ahead, his lips slightly moving.
A shadowy figure, shrouded in the night, appeared roughly several hundred ters directly in front of Yang Yan.
Despite Yang Yan's keen eyesight, he could only see the corner of the cloak fluttering in the wind.
The figure walked towards Yang Yan slowly, neither hurried nor sluggish.
After a short walk, it suddenly halted and slowly opened its mouth.
Being able to see in such darkness was truly because those snow-white fangs were so dazzling beneath the night sky.
"Hahaha! Hahaha..."
A sinister and terrifying laugh suddenly echoed through the cetery, causing the wind-driven trees to shake more intensely.
Even the crescent moon above completely revealed itself.
The fully exposed blood moon resembled not a moon, but a gigantic blood ball near at hand.
"Even such petty tricks are being used; is this the end of the line?"
Yang Yan, who had remained motionless, suddenly snickered.
The words seed to anger the distant shadow.
Roar!
Accompanied by a roar akin to a beast's, the leaves on the surrounding trees suddenly vanished without a trace, replaced by nurous human heads.
Among them were many of those Yang Yan had just slain, their eyes wide open in death, filled with endless resentnt, fixed firmly on Yang Yan.
With the sound of cracking earth, nurous headless corpses burst forth from the ground.
Three hands suddenly appeared beneath Yang Yan's feet.
However, before they could grasp his legs, Yang Yan struck like lightning, severing them!
"Since you want to play, I shall entertain you, little master!"
A powerful shout thundered like rolling thunder.
In the next mont, Yang Yan moved.
Swish, swish, swish—
Nurous heads were rapidly harvested like leaves blown by the wind, emitting splashes of blood with a rancid odor.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Many heads rolled silently onto the ground, while more were smashed by Yang Yan's maniacal laughter.
"Woo, woo, woo..."
Those headless bodies could still utter mournful sounds.
Then, before Yang Yan could strike at them, they burrowed back into the ground.
Star Night, stained with untold amounts of decayed blood, not only remained unaffected but instead radiated brilliantly, quivering with excitent.
Yang Yan laughed heartily.
Pointing his Star Night at the bodies hiding underground, he laughed:
"You weren't my match when alive, and you want revenge now that you're dead?!"
"Moonlight! You've celebrated too early!"
A voice slightly hoarse and furious suddenly exploded by Yang Yan's ear.
Yang Yan's gaze turned cold, saying disdainfully:
"Who dares! Co forth and face your death!"
"What if I appear?"
The shadowy figure in front flickered and appeared directly before Yang Yan.
That face, who else could it be but Sand King?
Swish!
Yang Yan coldly sneered, his Star Night shining with light, slashing fiercely towards the opponent.
However, Star Night's edge caught only an afterimage.
Yang Yan moved at extre speed, ultimately leaving behind only a fragnt of fabric!
How... can this be?!
Yang Yan was sowhat speechless.
How could the opponent be so fast?
The first ti he saw Sand King, he wasn't even half this fast!
"Your power is restored?"
Yang Yan asked in a deep voice.
"Thanks to you, I've only regained most of it!"
Sand King had already retreated several hundred steps, suddenly showing a fierce expression:
"But that's enough! Do you know where you are now?"
"My Sand King Space, my Absolute Domain! Haha! This is the true power of our Demon Race's Emperor-level experts!"
"Here, everything of mine is greatly enhanced. Whether speed, strength, or even reflexes, everything undergoes trendous changes."
"So now, I am the deity who can control your fate! And you, do you wish to live, or die?"
Yang Yan raised an eyebrow, cursing fiercely:
"I'm going to take your life!"
His speed erupted suddenly, achieving extre rapidity, leaving trails of yet-to-fade afterimages in the air.
It proved that infuriating Yang Yan was absolutely unwise.
Bang!
Facing Yang Yan's strike, Sand King neither dodged nor flinched, but his eyes showed fervent excitent.
He intended to crush Yang Yan here!
Crushing a human prodigy, a pivotal figure, was sothing worth celebrating for Sand King.
"Star Night Slash!"
Yang Yan's speed had transcended sonic speed, with sonic booms constantly bursting in the air.
The shadowy figure had a glimr of light in front of it, a frigid gleam emanating from Star Night.
Now, it transford into a long, semicircular arc of blue brilliance.
The blue blade radiance, about three to five centiters wide, emitted a strange, bloodthirsty glow under the blood moon's shine.
Damn it!
Sand King's heart was filled with shock.
He had expected to trade blows with Yang Yan and envisioned Yang Yan being struck down, gravely injured and spitting blood.
But he never imagined Yang Yan would have another move!
The power of this strike had increased by at least fifty percent.
Was this young man's true strength?
Sand King of course didn't know!
He only knew he was too late to dodge.
Helplessly, he steeled himself to endure the blow.
Buzz!
Black light shone, and the knife in his hand suddenly transford into a round shield, gripped tightly by Sand King in front of him.
Boom!
Crack!
The shield in his hand shattered inch by inch, and Sand King, terrified, was about to retreat explosively.
Yang Yan smiled slightly in front of him.
The blade in his hand, undiminished in force, struck fiercely onto Sand King's body.
User Comments
0 comments from readers