Chapter 1415: Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole

Chapter 1415: Chapter 1415: Luring the Snake Out of Its Hole

"There is of course a way... but..." The Great Elder hesitated, looking somewhat troubled.

Yang Yan frowned and asked urgently, "But what? Whatever the difficulty is, just say it. No matter what price I have to pay, I only want to get back to Earth as fast as possible."

The Great Elder clenched his teeth hard, then finally made up his mind and said, "The method I mentioned is actually simple. I want to take a look at Alliance Leader’s Sea of Consciousness. That way, I might be able to calculate the coordinates."

Yang Yan couldn’t help giving the Great Elder a long, deep look, then fell into silence.

For every cultivator, the Sea of Consciousness is the most important place, more important even than the heart and the Dantian.

Because that is where the Primordial Spirit resides.

Letting someone probe your Sea of Consciousness is equivalent to handing your Primordial Spirit entirely over to them.

"What are the odds of success?" Yang Yan looked up, his gaze sharp as a torch.

"Less than thirty percent." The Great Elder said a bit awkwardly.

"Fine." Yang Yan agreed in one breath.

Even though this method was extremely risky, right now they couldn’t afford to waste any time.

Besides, toward the Great Elder, Yang Yan still chose to show great trust.

With Yang Yan’s approval, the Great Elder said nothing more. He directly placed his hand on Yang Yan’s head, muttering under his breath.

No one noticed that, on the opposite side directly facing Yang Yan, there was a very faint spatial fluctuation.

As the Spell in his mouth concluded, a halo of light blossomed above Yang Yan’s head, growing brighter and brighter.

Gradually, a writhing image appeared over his head, then slowly became clear and stabilized.

It was Yang Yan’s entire life experience, flashing past like a slideshow.

Sweat on the Great Elder’s forehead grew heavier and heavier.

The deeper he probed, the more shocked he became, and his reverence for Yang Yan grew ever more intense.

At this moment, not far from Yang Yan, black mist suddenly rose up.

In the blink of an eye, the terrifying black mist spread around Yang Yan. In just an instant it had wrapped both the Great Elder and Yang Yan within.

"Yang Yan, today you’ll die here, and we’ll avenge our King!"

At this moment, a terrifying voice rang out from within the black fog.

As the voice sounded, streaks of black shadow suddenly revealed their figures from the Void.

Each of those shadows had a ferocious, horned visage and exuded a terrifying aura of death.

They were like demons crawling out from underground, their entire bodies shrouded in Demonic Qi, making one’s heart pound with fear.

"Remnants of the Celestial Demon King, is it?" Yang Yan looked at the black shadows before him through the golden radiance, and snorted coldly.

Seeing dozens of Demon Race suddenly appear and completely surround them, the Great Elder sucked in a breath of cold air, his released Spiritual Sense trembling.

Fortunately he steadied his mind in time, otherwise in this state he could easily disturb Yang Yan’s Sea of Consciousness.

If his own Primordial Spirit was injured, that was secondary. If it affected Yang Yan’s Primordial Spirit, that would be a crime beyond forgiveness.

These Demon Race remnants were obviously fully prepared, and seemed to have calculated the timing precisely before revealing themselves, sending chills down one’s spine.

He couldn’t help secretly blaming himself for not being more cautious.

No wonder the Great Elder reacted like this—each of the Demon Race remnants before them had at least Half-step Divinity Transformation strength!

There were even a few particularly powerful ones that should have Divinity Transformation mid-stage cultivation.

The Great Elder himself was only at late Nascent Soul, while Yang Yan’s current strength had just reached early Divinity Transformation.

As for Ten Swords and the others, even with Yang Yan’s pills, they had only barely reached the peak of Nascent Soul, still one step short of entering the Divinity Transformation realm.

Moreover, this kind of cultivation forced up by pills was always unstable, so facing dozens of Demon Race remnants of such strength, they had almost no chance of victory.

The most critical thing was: they could not stop now.

If they forcibly stopped, his own soul would be damaged, and Yang Yan’s Sea of Consciousness would be damaged as well, causing his cultivation to plummet.

"Just you dozens of Celestial Demon remnants? Perfect—today I’ll bury every last one of you here!"

Facing the dozens of Evil Spirit Race before him, Yang Yan remained unmoved. He suddenly stood up.

However, the instant he stood, his body rapidly faded, and then vanished without a trace.

Pff—

The next moment, a plume of blood mist suddenly erupted on the right. A Celestial Demon Race Warrior hadn’t even reacted yet when he saw a spear tip pierce out from his heart.

"Impossible! You were clearly under the Divine Reading Technique just now—how can you be completely unaffected?!" The one who looked like the leader of these Celestial Demon Race Warriors stared wide‑eyed in disbelief.

In fact, it wasn’t just him—even the Great Elder who had cast the Divine Reading Technique was a bit dumbfounded right now.

He had clearly just entered Yang Yan’s Sea of Consciousness and used the Divine Reading Technique to read the memories in his Primordial Spirit.

Yet now Yang Yan was acting completely fine, and had directly killed a Celestial Demon Race cultivator at the Divinity Transformation Stage.

"Everyone together! Kill him!" The leading Celestial Demon Race Warrior suddenly roared.

Yang Yan lifted his eyelids slightly. The Immortal Piercing Spear in his hand slowly slid out from the corpse of the Celestial Demon Race Warrior whose blood had been completely drained, and with a twist of his wrist, he brandished the spear and lunged forward with a cold smile.

"Kill—"

Yang Yan moved, as if giving a signal. Ten Swords and the others, who had long been poised to strike, all roared at once and unleashed their Ultimate Skills, crashing into the Celestial Demon Race Warriors.

These Celestial Demon Race Warriors had clearly trained in a coordinated attack technique. Their movements were perfectly uniform, and the aura they unleashed howled to the heavens, swallowing sun and moon.

For a moment, Ten Swords and the others were indeed suppressed by this momentum.

Only Yang Yan, charging at the very front, remained unstoppable. Wielding the Immortal Piercing Spear, he tore through their ranks like no one was there; anyone who came into contact with him died in a single exchange.

Finally, after losing about a dozen subordinates, the leading Celestial Demon Race Warrior seemed to realize something.

His eyes widened, his voice trembling slightly. "You knew we were going to ambush you from the start? You clearly have mid‑stage Divinity Transformation cultivation!"

Yang Yan let out a cold laugh. "You come and don’t return the courtesy? Since you’re all hiding in the dark waiting to strike, why shouldn’t I lure the snake out of its hole?"

As he spoke, his spear thrust out like lightning, casually harvesting the life of another Celestial Demon Race Warrior.

From the previous battles, Yang Yan had already gained a deep understanding of the Celestial Demon Race’s weaknesses.

These Celestial Demon Race Warriors were born with powerful physiques. Under normal circumstances, in close combat at the same cultivation level, humans were at a clear disadvantage.

The reason was that every Celestial Demon Race Warrior had more than one heart, and combined with their physical toughness, they had absolute superiority in both offense and defense.

Thus, although Yang Yan’s attacks were aimed at their relatively fragile heart region, he would always use his strange Vampire Talent each time, directly draining his opponent’s blood dry and completely finishing them off.