The black light on the chain is naturally the Devouring Power Yang Yan released in imitation of Demonic Qi.

Because the Devouring Power of Demonic Qi can devour various energies, Yang Yan had a sudden idea to try using this Devouring Power to absorb the soul of Manhattan.

Originally, he was just trying it out, never expecting it to succeed so effortlessly!

As Manhattan's soul was completely absorbed by the black light on the chain, Yang Yan felt a sense of exhilaration.

It wasn't just the thrill of having avenged his grievances; it was also closely tied to his absorption of Manhattan's soul.

Under a subtle sensation, the bottleneck that had not advanced for a long time surprisingly showed some slight loosening.

However, this progress had little to do with his own strength and reflected a level that even Yang Yan couldn't comprehend.

Though he couldn't understand the reason, he still had an inexplicable feeling that he had indeed made some progress in certain aspects.

"Devouring souls has such an effect?"

Yang Yan stood in mid-air, reminiscing over the subtle sensations from absorbing Manhattan's soul.

No matter how much he tried to recall, he couldn't grasp the taste of it and had to put it aside for now, planning to study it further after returning.

"Moonlight Emperor, sir!"

While Yang Yan was lost in thought, a crisp, melodious voice pulled him back to reality.

Turning around, he saw Alexia walking gracefully with bare feet.

Beside Yang Yan, Sanqian stood vigilantly in mid-air.

As for Yang Yan himself, he was in a dazed state.

Seeing Alexia approach, Sanqian immediately came to his side, acting as a guard.

By now, the battle above the Antula Clan's residence had completely concluded.

The remaining unknown Demon Monarch, with just Jing Hong alone, could still fight him to a draw.

With Ao Tian freeing up his hands and Alexia, the Flower Ring Bishop, joining in, the three of them together subdued him in only a few moves.

The Demon Soul was immediately sealed by Ao Tian in the same manner as the Nine Netherworld Abyss Demon Monarch.

The defeated Blazing Angels and Fallen Angels Legion, along with the descendants of Atlantis, without most of their main force, also didn't last long before being subdued.

This included Gabriel and Lucifer.

Of course, the descendants from Atlantis weren't so lucky.

The Nordic tribes harbored deep hatred against them.

More than two hundred Titled Powerhouses from the Andrew Temple showed no mercy, completely annihilating them without leaving a single one alive.

"If you're going to thank me, there's no need. I'm always happy to help."

Yang Yan came back to his senses, not paying much attention to the outcome of the battle below, and casually joked with Alexia.

"It's been a while, yet the Moonlight Emperor still speaks with such wit."

Alexia showed a hint of a smile, which, paired with her flawless face, looked exceptionally stunning.

"However," she suddenly changed her tone, "I'm not as optimistic as you, sir."

As her words fell, her smile gradually disappeared, returning to her usual frosty demeanor.

However, her eyes no longer held their former coldness but were filled with deep concern.

Yang Yan felt slightly disappointed.

In his eyes, Alexia was the epitome of a perfect Nordic woman.

With her personality, seeing her with such a smile was a rare occasion.

Nevertheless, his expression remained unchanged. Raising an eyebrow, he knowingly asked:

"Oh? Respected Flower Ring Bishop, what makes you say that?"

Alexia's worried eyes instantly turned serious as she slowly asked: 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Moonlight Emperor, sir, I hope you can honestly tell me the scale of the Demon Race's invasion this time..."

Before she could finish, Yang Yan directly replied:

"I don't know the specific scale either, but from what I understand, I'm prepared to die in battle."

Hearing this, Alexia was visibly taken aback and gave Yang Yan a deep look.

Evidently, she hadn't expected Yang Yan to have such plans.

Yang Yan chuckled lightly, speaking in a nonchalant tone:

"You heard what the Abyss Demon Monarch said earlier; they are merely a pathfinder for the Demon Race."

With that, he closed his mouth, not saying anything further.

His purpose had been achieved, and there was no need to say more.

The tragic experience of the Antula Clan was witnessed firsthand by Alexia.

Three Demon Monarchs, two of whom hadn't even fully restored their peak strength along with Manhattan, without Yang Yan's intervention, the hidden world powerhouse of Antula would have been wiped out.

Such an outcome left Alexia deeply shocked.

"I understand now!"

Alexia nodded slightly:

"Moonlight Emperor, sir, the Andrew Temple's final decision regarding the Demon Race will be communicated to you promptly once I return."

Yang Yan said no more, having done and said all that was needed. He believed the incident with the Antula Clan would soon spread across the Nordic and Western regions.

If even such an event couldn't make them feel the immense threat of the Demon Race invasion, Yang Yan could only let them face their own demise.

Of course, if possible, he wouldn't mind eliminating them entirely at an opportune moment.

War is brutal.

Who could guarantee that when the Demon Race descends, they wouldn't turn traitor like countless Manhattans?

Prevention is better than cure.

Yang Yan saw no reason to leave behind a potential disaster for the imminent human-demon war.

For the greater good, he wouldn't hesitate to play the role of an executioner or a supreme villain.

However, Alexia's attitude indicated things weren't as bleak as he imagined.

At the very least, there would soon be a response from the Nordic forces.

What remained was to see how the Western forces would respond.

As Yang Yan descended to the Antula Clan's residence, Jing Hong and others stood with three thousand eight hundred Titled Puppets before him.

Antula Dog and the current Clan Leader, Antura Bagu, respectfully approached with a long stream of gratitude.

Both had a deep sorrow in their eyes.

The Antula Clan suffered significant losses in this battle.

The top Titled Powerhouse, Antula Hiv, perished, along with the majority of the dozens of Titled Powerhouses in the clan, leaving the remaining ones injured.

The only consolation was that with Yang Yan and others joining the battle, the Antula Clan's residence escaped widespread attack and destruction.

The new generation left behind within had minimal casualties.

Though the Antula Clan might drop out of the top-tier powers in the future, the hopeful seeds they had would ensure they wouldn't decline to the point of having no successors.

One day, they still held the potential to rise again.

Having achieved his goal, Yang Yan wasn't planning to stay much longer.

The aftermath of the Antula Clan had to be dealt with by them.

He glanced in the direction of Ao Tian, who nodded back at him.

Without further ado, Yang Yan gestured to leave with the Ten Blades and three thousand eight hundred Titled Puppets.