This is not a single person, but the self-detonation of nearly ten thousand people.
In an instant, those planet phantoms shattered and vanished.
Yang Yan let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
At the center of the explosion, the void emitted a stream of air carrying a chaotic aura, quickly burying that space.
Yang Yan's face was as still as water, his gaze burning as he stared at the rapidly disappearing area.
He only felt that the space was extremely dangerous, and even in his current strong state, any contact would inevitably lead to his downfall within it.
Yang Yan no longer pursued those Mo Lin clan cultivators, but turned his gaze to another space.
Murderous intent surfaced once again in Yang Yan's eyes.
The Evil Qi that had dissipated somewhat after slaughtering one side of the battlefield surged wildly again, growing stronger and spreading like substance in all directions.
Kill!
Kill every enemy invading Earth,
