Yang Yan's expression was stern, one hand holding a blood-dripping World-Ending Demon Spear, the other holding a Bloodthirsty Mad Saber engulfed in blood qi, his figure transformed into a streak of light, swiftly rushing forward.
In his eyes, the intent to kill was overwhelming, his whole being like an unsheathed sharp blade, as if capable of tearing apart everything.
Yang Yan did not know the identity of the invaders.
However, he would never forget the tragedy that occurred on the Wandering Dragon Star.
He would not allow the tragedy of Wandering Dragon Star to repeat on his home Earth.
Before him, the void cracked piece by piece, and the Qiankun Shifting Talisman flew out like lightning from Yang Yan's storage space, shattering instantly.
Buzz—
The space trembled violently, forcibly torn open by a space passage, Yang Yan did not hesitate for a moment, stepping into it.
