Speaking of which, this matter started because of Zhou Hanyu after all.

If Lin Qing were to be strangled to death by Yang Yan like this, she would inevitably feel guilty.

This unpleasant incident did not affect the atmosphere of Mr. Zhou's birthday feast.

After the banquet, Yang Yan and Zhuge Wushuang returned to the villa first.

The upcoming battle might very well be a matter of life and death, so Yang Yan wanted to spend more time with Mr. Zhou.

But Jing Hong sent back news that the various sources of power they had previously found had all been recovered, requiring him to refine them, so he had no choice but to bid farewell to the old man.

Although the energy contained in these sources was incredibly pure, due to its immense power, it couldn't be absorbed by ordinary people without the refining power of laws.

Refining these things is quite time-consuming.

Over the next month, Yang Yan mostly stayed at the academy and didn't come out.

After refining the three sources, Yang Yan handed them all over to the Blue Sky Knight for safekeeping.

Once this was done, he didn't idle around; he personally took charge of monitoring the situation in Manhattan.

Over the past month, the Space Origin had changed hands five times between the two major forces in Western Europe.

Currently, the one holding the Space Origin is the Antula Clan in Northern Europe.

Though the Antula Clan in Northern Europe is not small, compared to top forces like the Holy Hall and Andrew Temple, they are undoubtedly weaker.

This is why over the past month Yang Yan wasn't worried about Manhattan making a move to seize the Space Origin.

As the saying goes, "choose the soft persimmons to squeeze."

The Holy Hall is a super major force in the Hidden World, with unfathomable depths.

Even with the assistance of three Demon Monarchs from the Demon Race, Manhattan wouldn't be foolish enough to cause trouble with them.

The Demon Monarchs may be powerful, but the Holy Hall, known as the origin of Western theology, is no pushover.

If it really came to a fight, Manhattan would likely lose both the lady and the soldiers.

Compared to the Holy Hall, dealing with a first-rate hidden force like the Antula Clan is naturally much easier.

To be safe, Yang Yan also brought Ao Tian, who was monitoring spatial fluctuations at Mount Everest, along.

The Demon Race won't be able to break the Heavenly Dao Barrier for a while, so keeping such a powerful combat force on the sidelines would be a waste.

Yang Yan also brought along ten swords and 3,800 titled puppets of Absolute Armament.

Everything is ready, just waiting for this old fox from Manhattan to take the bait.

"What? Those two bottles of Immortal Wine of mine were taken by you to please your wife's grandfather!"

In the hidden space created by Yang Yan using the power of laws above the Hidden World Antula Clan, Ao Tian, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, clutched Yang Yan's collar and roared.

The reason? As Ao Tian got bored in this empty space, his wine addiction flared up unwittingly, prompting him to ask Yang Yan for the two bottles of Immortal Wine.

All the wine had been given to Mr. Zhou, so naturally, Yang Yan couldn't produce it.

Under Ao Tian's pressure, he had to truthfully explain.

And so, the current scene unfolded.

"What's the big deal about two bottles of wine? Is it worth all this fuss?"

Yang Yan didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt.

Unperturbed, he instead teased while scratching his nose:

"I heard there's a beauty named Taibai Xiu among the descendants of the Taibai Clan, who not only brews good wine but is also particularly beautiful."

"Once we're done here, I'll get her for you. She can brew wine for you every day, how does that sound?"

"Screw you!"

Ao Tian completely ignored Yang Yan's nonsense, swearing incessantly:

"Do you think it's hard for me to get a bottle of ordinary Immortal Wine? If I asked the Taibai Clan, would they dare refuse?"

"Do you know the origin of those two bottles of Immortal Wine of mine?"

Yang Yan shook his head blankly, raising an eyebrow:

"Aren't they just two bottles of wine? What origin could they possibly have?"

While he also drank, he wasn't as fond of wine as Ao Tian.

To him, wine was just something to enjoy the feeling of drinking.

What's the difference?

"They were brewed personally by Li Taibai back in the day!"

Ao Tian, flustered and exasperated, suddenly exuded an intense aura, causing ice shards to flutter about the space.

Upon seeing this, Yang Yan slipped away faster than a loach.

In an instant, he was a hundred feet away from Ao Tian.

However, those swirling ice shards seemed to have a homing beacon, relentlessly pursuing him, spreading out to envelop him.

In an instant, the entire Other Space was in chaos, with the scattered ice shards chasing Yang Yan as he dashed about amidst Ao Tian's transformation into a white tiger.

Yet, the others in the space were long accustomed to this. Zhuge Wushuang casually erected a protective shield, blocking the oncoming energy, and urged Fatty:

"Stop dawdling, it's your turn, play your card quickly."

Feeling the unnerving energy fluctuations outside the protective shield, Fatty Fuzze wiped the sweat from his forehead, worriedly saying:

"Unrivaled Big Sister, are you sure the boss and the others won't get into trouble fighting like this?"

"Relax, you won't die. Don't dawdle!"

Zhuge Wushuang was slightly impatient, tapping the mahjong table.

With no choice, Fuzze had to focus on the game, putting aside his concerns over the fight above.

The duel in the space between Yang Yan and Ao Tian was intense until Yang Yan suddenly sensed something, dodging Ao Tian's attack range and shouting:

"Stop fighting, something's happening outside!"

Ao Tian also noticed and quickly suppressed his aura.

Seeing their behavior, the others promptly stopped their activities and directed their attention outside the Other Space.

At this moment, above the Antula Clan's territory, a space rippled like water, then shattered with a crack.

As the spatial fissure opened, a legion of Blazing Angels, each with a golden halo above their head, a pair of white wings, and a longsword engulfed in holy flames, surged forth.

The angel leading the charge was the most striking.

Unlike the others, she had two pairs of wings.

In her right hand was a golden spear, and in her left, a shield adorned with a cross.

The newcomer was none other than Yang Yan's "old acquaintance," Gabriel, the captain of the Blazing Angels!

Gabriel's Angel Legion didn't bother to conceal themselves; as soon as the space passage was torn open, the outer guards of the Antula Clan noticed the commotion.

"Who dares intrude upon the Antula Clan? Don't you know this will be seen as a provocation, sparking a war?"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A squad of guards in uniforms bearing the Antula Clan's emblem soared into the air with urgency.

Leading them was a somewhat handsome young man.

He shouted rebukes at Gabriel.

"We have come precisely for war!"

Gabriel, ever imposing, flicked her golden lance, pointing it towards the Antula Clan's residence, and ordered in an emotionless voice:

"For the sake of supreme justice, destroy them!"

Without hesitation, the vast Angel Legion launched their attack accompanied by a holy hymn, eschewing any unnecessary words.