"Moonlight Emperor! Quick! Stop that demon!"
An elder rushed up, grabbing Yang Yan's arm and shouted excitedly.
"Shut up, let go!"
Yang Yan impatiently pushed them away, glaring fiercely.
This group of people, intimidated by his gaze, took a step back.
Yang Yan couldn't be bothered with them, roaring:
"If you don't want to end up perishing with the Demon Race, then quickly think of a way! I'm not a god!"
The group fell silent immediately, not daring to speak.
These families had each sent out one or two of their top warriors.
Among them were some top-tier titled powerhouses, second only to the Four Emperors.
However, these once-exceptional warriors couldn't escape being torn apart by the headless demon inside.
That they were still standing here already took immense courage.
Though Yang Yan was frustrated, he realized there was still hope.
At the very least, space was still trembling.
Yang Yan had feared that, when he arrived, everything would be calm.
