On the outermost side, four towering ice mountains stood to the left, and four to the right.

Further inwards, eighteen ice mountains were arranged in a bizarre formation.

At the center of these ice mountains was an empty, expansive basin, flat and open.

From a high angle, the basin appeared clean and transparent, like a clear mirror without a hint of impurity.

The arrival of Yang Yan and his group seemed to go unnoticed by anyone.

However, just as Yang Yan was about to lead his group into the cluster of ice mountains, there was a booming sound, the ground trembled, and a barrier appeared out of thin air.

Blood-streaked light swiftly flowed within, securely enveloping these ice mountains.

A massive force was abruptly unleashed, nearly injuring Gongsun Ruyan and the others.

It was Yang Yan who constructed a barrier that managed to counteract it.

Nonetheless, Yang Yan and the others were pushed back several dozen steps.

Sass stared blankly at the scene before him, completely unable to believe his eyes.

"Haha! Moonlight, we finally meet again."

Before the figure of Manhattan appeared, his voice suddenly exploded in the air.

As the words faded, several silhouettes suddenly appeared suspended in the air opposite.

Manhattan was in front, and behind him were the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch and Gabriel, who had been recently driven away by Yang Yan.

However, the Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch looked exceptionally pale, seemingly not having recovered from his injuries.

Behind the three were a dense crowd of people.

All their bodies were shrouded in black robes, their faces completely obscured.

Around them, layers upon layers of black Demonic Qi emanated, exuding an imposing aura.

"Moonlight, no need to look. Everything is under my control."

"This world is about to completely fall and run according to my will!"

"Hahaha! I am the ultimate winner, the final victor! And you, Moonlight Yang Yan, ultimately cannot reverse the tide and stop any of this!"

Manhattan looked arrogantly at Yang Yan, appearing to be utterly confident of victory.

His strength was inferior to Yang Yan's, but at this moment, he was not afraid of him at all.

"Bastard! Hurry up and hand over my Dusk Race's clan leader and elder!"

Upon seeing Manhattan, Sass could no longer hold back and roared at him in fury.

Yang Yan did not speak; he stood quietly on the side, arms crossed, watching the scene with interest.

Manhattan scanned Sass up and down a few times, unable to recognize who he was.

It was Gabriel, who had personally tortured Sass in the past, who recognized him at once and exclaimed in disbelief:

"It's you! That overconfident elder of the Dusk Race. You... weren't you already dead?"

Sass grinned, clenching his teeth and said:

"That's right, I was dead! But the ancestors of my Dusk Race in the Underworld would not let me die!"

"So, I came back to life to seek revenge on you villains!"

"So, it was you!"

Manhattan finally recognized Sass, the Dusk elder he had once pressured.

Originally planning to force submission through coercion, he hadn't expected this guy to be such tough prey, refusing to yield even unto death.

In anger, Manhattan simply let Gabriel deal with him as an example.

At the time, he was certain the old man was dead beyond dead, and casually had someone bury him somewhere.

Unexpectedly, here Sass stood alive once again before him...

"Well, well! To think your Dusk Race has such a capability, truly a surprise!"

Manhattan seemed to suddenly understand something, excitedly standing in mid-air pointing at Sass:

"If I could uncover your secret, wouldn't I be able to achieve immortality?! Haha! This is wonderful, truly wonderful!"

Being an experimental fanatic, Manhattan had a mad obsession with such research.

Now that he knew the Dusk Race had such a miraculous ability, he wouldn't let it slip by.

"Don't even think about it!"

Sass's old face flushed red as he held his tongue for a long moment, only managing to squeeze out this single sentence.

"Hmph!"

Manhattan merely sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

Their strengths weren't even on the same level. No matter how frenzied Sass became, Manhattan remained unmoved.

Manhattan slowly turned his head to look at Yang Yan, revealing a seemingly benevolent smile:

"Moonlight, you still have time to consider whether to stand by my side."

"I assure you, when the new era arrives, you can still stand atop this land."

Internally, Yang Yan was disdainful, but outwardly he feigned interest and said:

"Alright, Doctor, I suppose you have something to back such a promise?"

For a moment, Manhattan didn't quite catch on.

Thinking Yang Yan was genuinely tempted, he laughed heartily.

"Moonlight, let me not hide from you. The Demon Race's seal is about to be broken by me."

"And fortunately, a branch of the Demon Race that roamed during Ancient Times has returned with new allies from beyond the realm."

"This world is about to be ruled by the Demon Race. The tide of history is inevitable."

"And I, Manhattan, quoting your Eastern saying, 'The wise person adapts to the times', can conveniently become one of the rulers."

"Moonlight, if not now to choose cooperating with me to carve out a new realm, then when?"

"You have seen the power of the Demon Race; with our human strength now, it's impossible to stop any of this!"

Manhattan spoke with heavy concern.

In his view, everything was proceeding as planned.

As long as Yang Yan agreed, things would progress more smoothly.

"So, beside you is a Celestial Demon from beyond the realm?"

Upon hearing about the seal and the external Celestial Demons, Yang Yan felt some disturbance within.

All along, this barrier was sealed by the Heavenly Dao. Unexpectedly, Manhattan and these external demons conspired inwardly, successfully breaching it.

Yet, given Yang Yan's strong Heart Power, outwardly he remained unchanged.

"Yes, this Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch, alongside other Celestial Demon experts, managed to penetrate the barrier set by the Heavenly Dao and arrive here."

"There will be a continuous influx of Demon Race coming. Humanity will be forced to submit and be transformed into members of the Demon Race."

"Haha! As always, the tide of history cannot be resisted, and this world is about to change."

Manhattan hovered in mid-air, laughing madly, and beneath his once radiant body, a faint black mist subtly rose.

"So, you haven't truly opened the barrier set by the Heavenly Dao yet."

Yang Yan's lips curled slightly, his tone slightly teasing:

"In that case, before any of this begins, you can go to your grave!!!"

Before the words completely left his mouth, Yang Yan descended from the sky. With a flash of radiance, Star Night had already appeared in his hand.

The blade, infinitely thin, shone like starlight, gleaming with cold luminescence as it tore through the air towards Manhattan and the others.