Looking at the Demon Emperors charging at him from all directions, Yang Yan's expression suddenly turned solemn, and he said coldly:
"Ten Swords, heed my command!!"
"Present!"
"Present!"
"Present!"
"..."
The responses to Yang Yan eventually amounted to only nine voices.
"Go rescue Jing Hong! Form the Immortal Slayer Sword Array! You, fight your way out!!"
"No… My King!"
Zhuge Wushuang choked up as he looked at Yang Yan, his hand holding the longsword seemingly trembling.
"Let me go!!"
From afar, Ao Tian's anguished voice suddenly came.
Ao Tian was already caught by over a dozen gigantic Demon Emperors, struggling fiercely.
Unfortunately, his power seemed so insignificant in front of these Demon Emperors, completely ineffective.
Though the Demon Race didn't dare harm Ao Tian, controlling one who was almost at the complete Emperor Realm wasn't difficult for over a dozen Demon Emperors.
Seeing Ao Tian's current situation, Yang Yan felt slightly relieved in his heart.
