Manhattan retreated, and Michael quickly left with the Blazing Angels Legion.
The Absolute Armament Eight Hundred Celestial Mist Dao, who possessed the title-level strength, did not stop them due to Yang Yan's instructions.
This confrontation resulted in a complete victory for Yang Yan.
This was the result Yang Yan desired.
However, this was far from enough.
The real battle was just beginning.
"My King."
Fu Changjian walked up to Yang Yan and lowered his head.
At this moment, even a victory seemed insignificant.
The key issue remained unresolved, leaving everyone's mood somewhat heavy.
"It's fine, you all can disperse for now!"
Yang Yan closed his eyes, furrowed his brows, seemingly deep in thought.
Only he knew that a nameless irritation was inexplicably burning within, a fiery rage blazing in his heart.
Despite having near absolute power, such things still happened.
And he was forced into this situation by these detestable people!
