I've waited for you for a thousand years, and I've lived this life just to meet you

Suppressed discussions filled the dead silent air, filled with palpitations and shock that penetrated deep into the bones.

When everyone looked at Yanlong and his group, there was only pure fear and awe in their eyes. Their minds were completely overwhelmed by the devastating power and they could not calm down for a long time.

The blood mist slowly dissipated in the cold and gloomy wind, and the strong smell of blood filled the broken battlefield.

The remaining energy turbulence was like a wild beast out of control, roaring and crashing, making heart-wrenching whimpers.

Yanlong had a blank expression on his face, and the spear of destruction in his hand trembled slightly. Drops of blood dripping from the tip of the spear hit the ground, making a slight "hissing" sound.

His eyes swept across the devastated battlefield, and finally landed on Emperor Nian, whose face was pale and body was trembling slightly in the distance.

An Yi, An Si, An Shi, and Su Mingli silently retracted their attacks, restraining their auras as if they had never made a move, and silently guarded behind Yan Long.

Zhan Qianrui, Ruyi, Ruxin, and Rubing glanced coldly at the silent onlookers around them, and the invisible pressure made the air stagnant.

Yanlong's eyes were cold, and a sneer crushed his throat. "It's really boring. I didn't expect that the people in the temple are just a group of frightened birds."

Normally, he should be overwhelmed with emotion at this moment. However, the Yanlong that everyone saw had a face full of boredom.

The pleasure of killing a powerful enemy? At this moment, it had long since vanished from Yanlong's heart.

He lowered his eyes and wiped his bloody knuckles, his sleeves sweeping through the void, causing air to swirl.

After a while, he stared into space with his brows furrowed, muttering, "It seems I still underestimated the power of Heaven's Way... What they fear is not me, Yanlong, but Heaven's Way!"

He paused, turned his gaze towards the eight An Yi people, and said in a deep voice: "The reason why this emperor's cultivation was able to rise to the middle stage of the Immortal Venerable is all due to the miraculous effect of the Five-Needle Pine Divine Fruit.

I never imagined that the power of the Five Elements would be so overbearing, enough to force this emperor to cross borders and fight."

The corners of his mouth curled up in a faint mockery: "This power, on the contrary, gives me a sense of the same realm, or even two realms higher, fighting, it is like killing a chicken with a butcher knife."

At this moment, he truly felt how lonely it was to be "invincible" in crushing an early stage demigod. It was a bone-chilling coldness at the top.

Su Mingli agreed deeply and nodded in response, "Emperor Yan, I truly did not expect that after you refined and absorbed the Five-Needle Pine Divine Fruit, your strength would skyrocket!"

To be honest, they didn't expect that the power of the five elements of Yanlong was far beyond their expectations.

"Not bad!"

Yanlong's tone was calm, but revealed absolute confidence, "With my current strength, killing a mid-stage demigod is not difficult at all. I should be able to win easily.

However, if I want to compete with a peak demigod, I'm afraid I still lack a lot of skills."

After this battle, Yanlong was forced to re-evaluate the limits of his own combat power.

"Yes!"

An Yi's face was solemn, and he reminded them at the right time: "The demon clan is about to face the powerful men from the six major forces of Canglan Immortal Realm, and there are also those dormant old monsters who are eyeing them covetously. They are the real obstacles."

Upon hearing this, Yanlong stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the remnant clouds on the horizon. "Today, the Wanfa Dao Sect is standing by and watching. This is quite intriguing."

As he spoke, the corners of his lips curled up dangerously, and his murderous intent was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

"Why worry so much! If they want to fight, then let them fight!"

"Exactly! With our help, there's nothing to fear."

The geniuses of the demon clan were all excited. With the protection of heaven, what did the demon clan fear?

An Yi turned to Yan Long, his voice carrying a hint of coldness: "Yan Emperor, since no one is provoking us any further, let's go back to camp!"

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly imprinted in everyone's ears, with undisguised contempt.

Yanlong nodded slightly, and his gaze finally pierced towards Emperor Nian in the distance like an ice cone. The look in his eyes was as if he was looking at a dead man.

Emperor Nian's whole body trembled violently, he staggered, and subconsciously took a half step back. His lips trembled, but he couldn't make a sound.

He understood that his life was nothing but dust that the other party was unwilling to accept.

"Walk."

Yanlong withdrew his gaze, his tone calm, but with the majesty of dominating everything.

The group of people turned into several streams of light and disappeared into the sky in an instant, leaving behind only the devastated ground and a group of survivors who were terrified and unable to recover for a long time.

The wind blew up the blood sand on the ground and whimpered as it passed through this dead and silent place that had just experienced the fall of a genius.

After about an incense stick of time, An Yi and the others had quietly returned to the camp.

Almost at the same time, Su Yu'er and Xiao Mohan, who were practicing in the stone house, suddenly opened their eyes. They looked at each other and saw the same alertness in each other's eyes that someone was approaching the Hanyu Palace's residence.

"Husband, they are back!"

Su Yuer said softly.

Before he finished speaking, the two men stood up and walked out of the stone house.

An Yi clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Master, Madam, your subordinates are back!"

Xiao Mohan nodded slightly: "You've worked hard, go and rest for a while."

"Yes!" An Yi responded.

Yanlong led the demon tribe members to their respective stone houses to rest.

The eight members of An Yi followed Su Yu'er and Xiao Mohan into their stone house and quickly recounted to Xiao Mohan the process of the fierce battle they had just had with the five major forces.

After hearing this, Su Yu'er couldn't hide her surprise on her pretty face: "You mean... the battle just ended?"

An Si took a step forward and responded, "Madam, that's right. The people from the four major forces have been killed by my subordinates, but..."

He paused, "I haven't seen anyone from the Wanfa Dao Sect yet."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mohan's brows furrowed, and he tapped his knuckles lightly on the stone table. "The Wanfa Dao Sect... it seems they've decided to withdraw from the conflict between the Temple and the demon race this time. The other four sects have already taken action, but the Wanfa Dao Sect remains inactive. Their stance is clear."

Su Yu'er's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the enormous ancient locust tree in the center of the camp, blocking out the sun. At that moment, both the tree pavilion above and the tree hole below were empty and silent.

"It seems that Pork Belly and Yuankong have not returned from their training yet." She murmured, a trace of imperceptible doubt flashing across her eyes.

Just at this moment, there was movement from the direction of the camp, and the other two teams also returned exhausted.

They had been tempered in the battle zone for more than a month. Although everyone looked a little tired, their eyes were sharper and their aura became more condensed and stable.

"Brother! Sister-in-law! We are back!" Xiao Moxuan's voice was filled with a bit of joy as if he had escaped from trouble.

Xiao Mohan nodded again: "It's good that you're back. Go back and rest quickly."

"Yes!"

Xiao Moxuan grinned, and he and Shi Mubai and his family of three turned and left, returning to their respective stone houses to rest. This month-long training had been exhausting, and fatigue was etched on everyone's brows.

Su Yu'er withdrew her gaze from the ancient locust tree and smiled at the three standing Xuanyuan Yeyun brothers: "Big brother, third brother, fourth brother, you should go and rest too."

Although Xuanyuan Yeyun's face was frosted, his eyes sparkled with brilliance. He waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, little sister. We can still hold on."

"Ye Bing."

Xiao Mohan turned to Ye Bing, who was standing quietly on the side, and said, "Take the disciples to rest."

"Yes, young master!" Ye Bing accepted the order and immediately left with his accompanying disciples.

Xuanyuan Yeyun rubbed his brows, revealing a trace of genuine fatigue: "But, my little sister is right, it's time to rest!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned to his two younger brothers and said, "Third and fourth brother, let's go back and rest."

"it is good!"

After saying that, Xuanyuan Yetian and Xuanyuan Yehua looked at Su Yuer and said with a smile: "Little sister, the third brother and the fourth brother have gone back to rest!"

"Go!"

After saying that, the three of them turned and left.

The camp of Hanyu Palace gradually became quiet, with only the faint sound of the wind remaining.

Xiao Mohan's eyes flashed, and after a while, his gaze fell on An Yi: "An Yi, tell me in detail about the Xuan Emperor in the temple."

Upon hearing this, An Yi said solemnly, "My Lord, Emperor Xuan was the first to withdraw from the battle, and he stayed completely out of it."

Su Yu'er frowned, staring into space, and whispered, "Are you withdrawing completely, or... do you have other plans?"

He is from the temple, but what does he mean?

Xiao Mohan held the corner of his mouth with a hint of disdain, "Let's wait and see. No matter what he plans, we will know once the temple and the demon race go to war. As for the Wanfa Dao Sect, it may not be a bad thing for the demon race."

As they were talking, something strange happened.

Rumble!

The entire battlefield of gods and demons suddenly fell into a violent tremor! Deep in the sky, a spatial crack suddenly tore open, and the aura of the outside world poured in violently, bringing with it a suffocating sense of oppression.

"This is not a sign of normal opening!" A middle-aged man's face suddenly changed.

"what happened?"

"Could it be that the battlefield of gods and demons has begun?"

"Impossible, there are still four months left."

The discussion continued, but was interrupted by a thunderous sound. Suddenly, the silence was replaced by surprise and panic, and countless eyes turned in horror to the shattered sky.

"Everyone obey orders!"

A majestic and grand voice rolled out from outside the crack. It was Pei Shanren, "The battlefield of gods and demons has experienced a change and will be closed early! Quickly find the nearest crack and leave. If you delay... you will be trapped inside forever. Remember!"

"The God and Demon Battlefield is closing early? Then let's leave quickly!"

"Go quickly!!!"

At the critical moment of life and death, no one dares to be negligent.

For a moment, all the geniuses in the battlefield of gods and demons, no matter where they were, turned into lightning and shot desperately towards the crack in the sky that looked like the mouth of a giant beast.

Almost at the same time, all the people in the Hanyu Palace camp came out of the stone house and looked at the hideous crack.

"what's the situation?"

"There are still four months left until the end of the year..."

Su Yu'er and Xiao Mohan stood side by side, looking up at the shocking crack.

"This crack was torn open forcibly!"

"Mo Xuan, take everyone away quickly!"

"Yes!"

Xiao Moxuan and others, along with their disciples, and Yanlong and the demon clan members, flashed like an arrow from a bow and accurately plunged into a nearby crack.

"Ma'am, let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Mohan hugged Su Yuer's waist, his figure flashed, and turned into a stream of light and flew directly out from a crack in the void.