Although Yang Yan's experience in the Hidden World was not very rich, being one of the Four Emperors, he had t several top figures from leading factions.
He was also acquainted with the nine Flower Ring Bishops of Andrew Temple.
Among them was the super beauty, Thorn Flower Ring Bishop Alexia, who left a deep impression on him.
The first ti they t, her high and cold noble deanor truly made Yang Yan's eyes light up.
Even now, he vividly rembers the scene from back then.
"Haha! We happened to pass by and saw your Nordic forces facing so trouble, and besides, your opponent was from the Demon Race, so of course, we couldn't stand idly by."
"Though we've had a few minor disagreents in the past, I'm magnanimous, and considering we're of the sa clan, naturally I had to lend a hand."
Recalling the scene of his first eting with Alexia, Yang Yan felt sowhat awkward inside and could only force a laugh as he spoke.
Of course, he wouldn't tell her that he had watched the spectacle for quite so ti, only stepping out from the Other Space to help when Manhattan and the Demon Race nearly wiped out the Antula Clan.
Alexia, knowing Yang Yan's character well, didn't bother to respond to his words, and her eyes scanned the surroundings again.
When she saw the Atlantean people, led by Manhattan, fighting fiercely with a bunch of Titled Puppets, her perfect face instantly beca frosty.
A fla of anger flickered in her light blue pupils, as if ready to burn everything.
The Atlantean people had always been a taboo and a source of pain in the hearts of all Nordic forces.
Now seeing them released and moving again in this world, as one of Andrew Temple's Flower Ring Bishops, it would be strange if she wasn't burning with anger.
While Yang Yan and Alexia were talking, more people from Andrew Temple stread out of the Space Passage.
The arriving group was large, nearly two hundred in number.
Their outfits were not much different from Alexia's.
Except for the wreaths on their heads changing to grass rings, they too were dressed in simple linen robes.
This attire had a definite connection with the doctrine of Andrew Temple.
In Andrew Temple's doctrine, they believed that people should conform to nature, and everything should be born according to nature.
Though they seed few in number, their strength was unyielding.
All bishops who wore grass rings in Andrew Temple were exclusively Titled-level powerhouses.
Not to ntion Alexia, who held a transcendent position as a Flower Ring Bishop within the Temple.
This also showed the imnse gap between major factions and top factions in the Hidden World.
The Antula Clan, putting in their best effort, couldn't even gather a hundred Titled-level powerhouses.
Andrew Temple alone, led by Alexia in one of its nine branches, had nearly three hundred Titled powerhouses.
The other eight branches, though Yang Yan hadn't witnessed their depth firsthand, could hardly be much worse.
This was also why he dared to assert that Manhattan wouldn't snatch the Space Origin earlier.
Without the Demon Race army descending, with the power in his hands, he couldn't even challenge any branch of Andrew Temple.
These Andrew Temple experts all appeared, startled just like Alexia by the space they stood on, which had just undergone a great battle, now left in ruins.
"It's all over, retreat!"
Looking at the people of Andrew Temple pouring out from the Space Passage, Manhattan's face was ashen, ordering with deep reluctance.
This fellow was extrely wary, observing the dynamics on the battlefield from the mont Yang Yan appeared with his group.
Afraid Yang Yan would suddenly turn on him, Manhattan had withdrawn far away early on.
With the Demon Soul of Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch being sealed by Ao Tian, he realized that the plan of unexpectedly seizing the Space Origin had completely failed.
Especially when he witnessed Yang Yan easily subduing the Abyss Demon Monarch's Demon Soul, he was filled with the thought of retreat.
The three Demon Monarchs were his biggest cards for now.
Losing two of them at once, including the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch whose strength was restored to its peak, how could he not feel alard?
The remaining weaker Evil Wind Demon Monarch couldn't face Yang Yan or Ao Tian, even if casual.
As for the Blazing Angels and the Fallen Angels Legion, along with the Atlantean people, he dared not speak.
These three forces seed strong, but had already suffered heavy casualties just dealing with ten swords and three thousand eight hundred Titled Puppets.
If they didn't retreat soon, they risked total annihilation.
After all, the Atlantean people today were not the sa batch of people that nearly drove the entire Nordic forces to the brink of ruin.
Even with the Western Influence protecting them, they only preserved the bloodline of the Atlantean people.
Those pillar powerhouses either died in battle or were wiped out by Nordic forces jointly after the fact.
Nordic people weren't fools.
They knew very well that if they didn't kill these people, even sealing them would be like installing a ti bomb for themselves.
In this battle, Manhattan's plan was a total failure.
Moreover, it was a failure with heavy loss.
In the unbroken Heavenly Dao Barrier conditions, the price for summoning Demon Monarch-level demons down was not small.
Moreover, crossing the Heavenly Dao Barrier, the Demon Monarch's strength would be reduced, so restoring it to peak form would require terrifying costs.
After their bases were destroyed by Yang Yan and Ao Tian tead up, Manhattan had been driven to seek survival within the space node.
Concerning these consumption burdens, his years of accumulation were already strained, and over ti he couldn't bear them.
Of course, these were matters he should consider later.
Right now, his biggest worry was how to escape safely under so many watchful eyes.
With Antula Dog's appearance, Andrew Temple finally understood the ins and outs of the situation.
Yang Yan wasn't familiar with them, naturally not wasting words.
He didn't bother with the remaining Demon Race Demon Monarch, but instead set his sights on the culprit Manhattan, preparing to retreat with his remnants.
"Manhattan, this ti I want to see how you, this cunning old fox, plan to escape?"
Yang Yan stepped into the air, seemingly moving slowly, but rapidly approaching Manhattan in a way beyond ordinary comprehension.
Gabriel and Lucifer, leading the Angel Legion, along with the remaining Atlanteans, quickly ford a defensive line, hoping to impede Yang Yan's progress.
However, their attacks fell on Yang Yan only to pass through completely, unable to halt his steps.
This was the wonder of the Power of Laws.
Yang Yan appeared still in this space, yet was actually walking within the space barriers.
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