As Yang Yan's words fell, the Star Night began to tremble slightly in his hand.

Immediately, a murderous intent filled the air, and the brilliance of the Star Night burst forth.

"Moonlight!"

A sudden shout rang out, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of Yang Yan's mouth.

In the next moment, the innermost iceberg suddenly trembled violently and cracked open with a crunch.

As the crack widened, dozens of figures emerged from it.

They were not humans but creatures with fierce and terrifying appearances.

At the back were several grim-looking figures dressed in black.

These individuals were cloaked in black capes, with masks covering their mouths and noses.

Each one carried a long sword box on their back.

These sword boxes were carved from Sea Bone, etched with intricate patterns.

Finally, there was Manhattan himself, serious and stern.

He was enveloped further in demonic Qi, his right hand clenched into a fist with rage.

At this moment, he didn't even have the inclination to say another word to Yang Yan.

Moonlight Yang Yan had destroyed his plan that could be considered great!

"Manhattan, you've finally come out. I thought you planned to go down with it all!"

Yang Yan said with a cheerful smile.

"Moonlight, what do you want?"

Manhattan asked through gritted teeth.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yan grinned, raised two fingers, and said nonchalantly:

"You now have two choices: one, hand over the Dusk Race, and I'll give you a chance to escape!"

"Or two, I'll kill you and find them myself. Make up your mind fast, I'm short on time!"

Facing such arrogance from Yang Yan, Manhattan clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes turning red.

But after less than ten seconds of eye contact with Yang Yan, he suddenly seemed deflated, speaking with a negotiating tone:

"Moonlight, you should know that everyone has their trump cards."

"You've already killed the Demon Race's messenger Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch, how about we make a concession?"

When it came to trump cards, Yang Yan indeed felt a slight twinge of apprehension.

Just now, Nine Netherworld Demon Monarch's essentially suicidal strike had indeed caused him significant trauma.

If it weren't for Sass helping to heal him slightly, his strength might have dropped to half of its peak level right now.

Even now, he could only exert up to seventy percent of his combat power.

Yang Yan remained expressionless, coldly said:

"Make a concession? Fine! Hand over the Dusk Race, and I'll take my people and leave."

This was Yang Yan's compromise.

Originally, he only intended to offer Manhattan a chance to flee for his life.

But now, it had changed to rescuing people and then leaving with them.

This wasn't because Yang Yan lacked principles, but it was initially just a negotiation strategy.

Moreover, deep down in Yang Yan's heart, he genuinely wanted to spare Manhattan for now.

If he were to finish him off here directly, clues regarding the Demon Race's invasion would most likely be severed.

The invasion of Earth by the Demon Race was evidently aimed at being inevitable, with no possibility of stopping.

If one Manhattan died, there would be a second and third.

Rather than this, it was better to keep his life temporarily.

After all, there would be plenty of opportunities to kill him in the future, and one day, all debts, old and new, could be settled together.

"Moonlight, you're being too much!"

As a figure of high authority on the heavenly side, Manhattan naturally had his pride.

He looked at Yang Yan with anger, yet he could do nothing.

The disparity in strength between the two sides was obvious.

"Then what do you want?"

Yang Yan said with a radiant smile:

"I'm giving you two minutes to think. If you don't have an answer in two minutes, I'll take action."

With that, Yang Yan fell silent, holding the Star Night while standing there, closing his eyes.

Manhattan stopped saying anything, looking down as if pondering something.

The two minutes quickly passed.

Yang Yan opened his eyes again, then slowly raised the Star Night, pointing the tip of the blade at Manhattan and asked:

"So, what's it going to be?"

Before Manhattan could respond, anomalies suddenly erupted in the sky.

A patch of black cloud suddenly covered everyone's head.

Then, the sky began to surge like the ocean.

Whoosh!

A massive vortex began to spin into view for all the spectators.

The overwhelming aura pressed down suddenly, causing even Yang Yan to feel a moment of suffocation.

Though it was just a brief moment, Yang Yan's expression had already changed dramatically.

What on earth is this?

"Haha... Hahaha!"

Manhattan started to laugh heartily at this moment, his laughter filled with madness.

"It's here, it really came again!"

Manhattan exclaimed hysterically:

"Moonlight, I succeeded once again, I succeeded!"

"How about this time? It's not a Demon Monarch! It's a super powerhouse at the Demon King level!"

"Demon King?"

Yang Yan scoffed outwardly, but in his mind, a thousand thoughts raced:

"So you were stalling for time? Fine, then I'll shatter your hope with my own hands, and see what face you'll put on next!"

As soon as Yang Yan's words fell, Celestial Thunder immediately rumbled in the sky with lightning flashing.

Rumble!

The gigantic vortex emitted a dull roar.

Bang!!!

Subsequently, an explosive sound rang out, and a yellow figure suddenly emerged from the vortex, then darted out like a lightning bolt.

The moment the figure fully appeared in the sky, the black clouds that filled the sky retreated rapidly as if the tide ebbed away.

And that vortex had already vanished without a trace in the earlier moments, as if it had never appeared.

All returned to tranquility.

Upon closer inspection, it was found that the figure was surrounded by flames; it wasn't some fiery red clothing!

Whoosh...

The dark shadow opened its mouth and began to devour violently.

The flames covering its body were completely swallowed up without a trace.

Only at this moment could everyone see its appearance clearly.

It wore no clothes, but had scales that shone with strange luster all over its body.

Its facial features were somewhat human-like, but it had a pair of dark pointed horns on top of its head.

Demon Race!

Yang Yan's eyes narrowed, his power coursing around him, ready to strike at any moment.

This demon exuded a dangerous aura, with a face full of exhaustion, but the cruelty on its face was undiminished.

It looked around at everyone, then slowly asked:

"Who is Manhattan?"

Its voice was hoarse, like a sharp weapon scraping glass, especially piercing.

"Master, it's me!"

Manhattan's joy was almost overflowing.

As soon as the demon spoke, Manhattan opened his right hand, and a Blood Ball appeared, said with utmost respect:

"Honorable Demon King, please consume this Blood Pill, it can significantly heal your injuries."

Seeing this, Yang Yan suddenly understood something.

So those sacrifices Manhattan prepared yielded Blood Balls for this purpose.

"Give it here."

The demon referred to as the Demon King opened its hand without hesitation, and the Blood Pill immediately floated away from Manhattan's control, slowly drifting toward the demon.

"Although I was escorted by experts of my clan, breaking through the barrier caused considerable injury, this Blood Pill can indeed lend me great aid."

The demon looked quite satisfied, its expression full of excitement.