Light and shadow flickered and the void was torn apart.
The joint attack of six Saint-level demons was no small matter. It directly tore apart the entire Dark Mountain Range, revealing the strange sky of the central battlefield.
The distance between Yang Xuan and them was small to begin with, and at this time, the violent power was directly in front of him.
However, he lost track of what happened next.
When the berserk wave of energy reached Yang Xuan, it abruptly disappeared without a trace, not a single sound could be heard.
Not only that, the six demons following the attack strangely stopped their movements and froze in mid-air.
A second later, the six demons suddenly split from the middle, one into two, two into four, four into eight …
A moment later, the ground was piled up with corpses and pieces of flesh, and the rotten stench went straight to the brain.
The flocculent energy that escaped from the demon's mind saw that something was wrong and rushed toward Mandela at lightning speed.
However, Yang Xuan was not the kind of person to let the tiger return to the mountain. With a casual sweep of the golden light, the six flocculent energy dissipated directly under the reflection of the golden light, leaving no trace.
The last Alliance soldier disappeared into the passage. Yang Xuan laughed and began to withdraw his divine thoughts like a storm.
The passage quickly closed, completely cutting off the connection with the normal starry sky.
Mandela seemed to feel something, and his expression changed. A large amount of flocculent fog appeared in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, it rushed toward Yang Xuan's face.
In an instant, the entire central battlefield seemed to tremble, and the violent power swarmed, lifting the earth and mountains, and destroying the stars in the void.
Yang Xuan's eyes flashed with a strange color.
Mandela's power at this time had reached the level of Number One, which was very terrifying.
However, the problem was that Yang Xuan had even taken Number One as his subordinate. No matter how strong Mandela's power was, it did not pose a threat to him.
What he was concerned about was the huge flocculent energy in Mandela's mind.
The violent power scattered the starry sky and gathered in front of Yang Xuan, and formed a spiral drill that drilled directly between his eyebrows.
A golden finger appeared in front of this violent energy. With a light tap, all the energy dissipated into nothingness, and peace returned to the world.
Yang Xuan had made some progress in the application of Have and Have Not.
Mandala was stunned. Just as he was about to attack again, Yang Xuan said faintly, "Enough!"
It was indeed enough.
As soon as the two words were spoken, there seemed to be a kind of majestic rule gathering between heaven and earth, forming a rope that descended from the top and landed on Mandela's head.
Mandela sensed that something was wrong. His expression changed drastically. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
The invisible rope fell directly on top of her head, like a fisherman's hook, and gently hooked her.
Boom!
After a loud noise, a large mass of energy was pulled out of Yang Xuan's head. It struggled left and right, but it could not break free from Yang Xuan's power. Finally, it fell into Yang Xuan's hands.
When he looked at Mandela again, after the flocculent energy left her body, she did not die. She just stood there with a dull expression, like a statue.
After a long while, she suddenly reacted and let out an earth-shattering roar. "Yang Xuan, what have you done? Give me back my power. I will never forgive you!"
This roar made Yang Xuan completely understand.
This Mandela was not dead at all. She had accepted Herim's power as a living person and was controlled by it.
Yang Xuan had been suspicious just now. Now that he had confirmed it, his face was full of coldness.
"You don't want to be a human, but you want to be someone else's slave!" He sneered.
"I hate you, I hate you!" Mandela's sharp voice rang through heaven and earth, and also explained why she was like this.
Yang Xuan knew that she was hopeless and did not want to talk nonsense with her. He said faintly, "Any last words?"
"I'm going to kill you!" Mandela roared crazily.
"There's nothing I can do about that." Yang Xuan shrugged. Thousands of golden rays gathered and slowly stirred Mandela's body.
Mandela's sharp voice came to an abrupt end. Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was wide open. It seemed that she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Then, she quietly turned into the tiniest particle between heaven and earth and disappeared.
The generation's Holy Yin finally died in the hands of Yang Xuan. There was no possibility of resurrection.
The golden rays disappeared. Yang Xuan stepped into the void and looked into the distance.
A gap appeared in the space in the distance, and the huge body of Number One squeezed out. On the tentacles under his body, there were more than ten mother bodies tied to it.
"Master, we've caught them all. What should we do with them?" Number One flew over and asked. There were some wounds on his body. It seemed that the whole process was not easy.
"They're all dead. Since they're dead, let them rest in peace." Yang Xuan said faintly.
Number One understood and let out a soft sigh. The tentacles stirred like a sharp blade that kept closing and cutting.
It had the same idea as Yang Xuan. In order to prevent them from being controlled by the power of the Lord, they could only be turned into the tiniest particles.
More than ten balls of energy escaped, ready to escape. But Yang Xuan just looked at them and the balls of energy disappeared. They did not want to submit.
"Where are we going now?" Number One asked.
Yang Xuan stretched out his palm. The ball of energy in his palm was constantly changing shape.
"Let's go to the Central Desert. It's there too." He said faintly.
Number One was shocked and asked, "The Lord is in the Central Desert?"
Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "It's not Helim."
"Then who is it?" Number One asked.
"Let's go and see." Yang Xuan said slowly.
…
The Central Desert was indeed a desert.
However, this seemingly endless desert was not as golden as Yang Xuan had imagined. Instead, it was gray, as if it had decayed.
This was a gray desert. There were even some places where there were black sand and vegetation. It looked very strange.
The wind and sand flew thousands of meters into the air, forming a gray fog.
The wind force inside had probably exceeded level 12. If a normal person was thrown inside, they would be instantly pierced by the high-speed sand and corpses.
Of course, normal people could not enter here. Those who gathered in the sandstorm and attacked Yang Xuan were corpses that were indeed full of holes.
After flicking his finger and knocking away a Saint-level corpse that pounced at him, Yang Xuan said to Number One behind him, "Do you feel it?"
Number One nodded solemnly and said in a heavy tone, "This is Helim's aura. It can't be wrong."
Yang Xuan nodded and said, "Your feeling is not wrong. This is indeed Helim's power. But the one in the center of the sandstorm is not Helim herself."
Number One agreed.
If it was Helim herself, the two of them would have become corpses in the desert long ago.
Thinking of how terrifying Helim was, Number One's heart trembled.
Yang Xuan suddenly asked an irrelevant question, "How do you think my current strength is compared to Helim's?"
Number One was stunned and asked after a while, "You want to hear the truth?"
Yang Xuan chuckled as he replied, "Alright, I got it!"
He did not expect Number One to say it, but Number One did not let go of the opportunity to attack him and continued, "Your current strength is terrifying, but if you want to compare it to Helim, hehe …"
Number One ended with a laugh. Yang Xuan was not happy to hear that and said, "Sometimes, a suitable lie can raise morale."
Number One was speechless and said after a while, "The Nash Clan rejects lies."
Yang Xuan sneered and said, "Bullsh * t."
Just as Number One was about to retort, Yang Xuan cut him off. "Alright, enough. Let's think about how to deal with these two fellows."
Number One was stunned for a moment before he looked ahead.
The next moment, two huge figures appeared in the sandstorm.
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