Chapter 1505: Slaughter Feast

Chapter 1505: Chapter 1505: Slaughter Feast

Yang Yan’s face changed dramatically, instinctively wanting to forcibly break the seal.

So he immediately tried to summon the unrivaled World-Ending Demon Spear.

However, to his astonishment, even the World-Ending Demon Spear remained silent, unable to be summoned.

Yang Yan refused to accept defeat and tried various forms of power inside him in turn, but ultimately all to no avail.

Inadvertently, he caught sight of a bizarre scene out of the corner of his eye.

The two corpses at the palace entrance suddenly lifted their heads.

In an instant, Yang Yan’s heart sank to the bottom.

It must be known that these two were immortals who had fallen during the ancient war, yet now they were moving again, how could this not incite fear?

Only someone like Yang Yan who had witnessed the terrifying powers of immortals could understand just how horrific they truly are.

The two corpses stood up immediately, opened their eyes, and looked at the crowd, finally resting their gaze on Yang Yan.

Then, their hands quickly formed complex seals.

In an instant, the Gate of Space appeared amidst intense tremors.

An invisible force swept through, and before the crowd could react, they were sucked into an unknown space.

The two corpses returned to their original state, kneeling like statues, and everything around them once again fell into silence.

After entering that space, Yang Yan and the others found they had regained control of their bodies.

However, oddly, a tattered set of armor appeared on their bodies.

Jian Mingyin still didn’t understand what had happened, but a mechanical, emotionless voice echoed through the space.

"Welcome to this world of slaughter. In this world, your death is not true death; you will continue killing and dying until a successful candidate emerges."

"This is the Land of Slaughter. Your opponents will be alien warriors from the ancient battlefield with levels matching yours."

"Here, killing one is a sin, killing ten is valiant, killing a hundred makes you a marquis, killing ten thousand makes you a king, and killing a hundred thousand earns you the title of emperor!"

"If you can kill ten million, you will be crowned emperor, hence passing the trial. Now, let the feast of slaughter begin. Enjoy it to the fullest!"

When this cold voice ended, countless illusions appeared in the void, and countless unfamiliar races displayed ferocious faces.

The crowd hadn’t even prepared when those warriors brandished weapons and roared as they charged at them.

Yang Yan wanted to help everyone, but found that even though they were close, it felt like they were separated by several dimensions.

Yang Yan’s heart sank, then he clenched his hands, the World-Ending Demon Spear suddenly gripped in his hands, and he charged at the warriors ahead.

He only hoped he could become emperor soon, resolving everyone’s crisis.

Yang Yan brought out the World-Ending Demon Spear, wielding Three Thousand Incarnations and completely abandoning defense for offense.

In an instant, the warriors on the battlefield were all swept away, the path ahead cleared as though he were unchallenged.

Everyone else fought fiercely, but each of them faced opponents that were evenly matched, making it hard to defeat them quickly in the way Yang Yan could due to his weapon advantage.

What’s more terrifying is that the warriors seemed never ending; though they fought each in pairs, the pressure was overwhelming.

Even if you successfully killed one opponent, another of equal strength immediately took its place.

This evoked a sense of despair.

Even though everyone knew there was no true death in this space, the fear of dying couldn’t be dispelled.

Over time, everyone’s eyes turned blood red.

Until now, besides Yang Yan, Jian Mingyin hadn’t experienced death’s reset, while everyone, including Lin Zimu, tasted it.

Yet amid this endless slaughter, they found that each death seemed to grant experience.

Facing a previously lethal opponent the second time, they could avoid fatal moves, finding weaknesses for a counterattack...

This outcome finally gave everyone hope.

Undoubtedly, this was a dual refining of experience and skills.

Suddenly, Jian Mingyin beside Yang Yan shouted and was turned into blood mist by a group of warriors.

Though knowing life would restart after death, Yang Yan’s eyes widened with horror.

But unexpectedly, in just a moment, Jian Mingyin’s figure appeared again.

Jian Mingyin smiled at Yang Yan, then continued charging at the increasingly numerous enemies.

Only then did Yang Yan calm down, realizing Jian Mingyin’s importance in his heart.

Gradually, everyone’s spiritual power depleted, with their pills also exhausted.

Their opponents seemed to transform into insurmountable mountains, becoming utterly invincible.

Amid being blasted into blood mist repeatedly, a sense of despair spread.

Though they knew they wouldn’t truly die, they all clearly understood that without killing enough, the slaughter would cycle endlessly.

Until now, Yang Yan is the only one who hasn’t experienced death.

Precisely because he hasn’t died, Yang Yan feels more like an observer; every time the blood mist bursts, he suffers a heart-wrenching pain.

Despite desperately convincing himself that life would restart the next moment.

At this moment, Yang Yan isn’t numb to death; in his heart, there’s but one thought—to end this hellish trial as soon as possible.

Gradually, Yang Yan’s spiritual power also began to deplete.

Yang Yan decisively abandoned the World-Ending Demon Spear, using his physical strength to confront the enemy directly.

In reality, each opponent had different talents; although their levels matched, when these varied talents were displayed, Yang Yan was often caught in chaos.

But whenever he killed someone, their fighting style was imprinted in his heart.

This related partly to the purpose of this ancient battlefield’s creation, and certainly to Yang Yan’s outstanding learning talent.

Most crucially, Yang Yan has a skill unknown to others.

He can not only replicate his opponents’ abilities but also optimize them.

This trait was apparent on Earth.

But on Wandering Dragon Star, as he often faced exceedingly powerful enemies, replicating was easy but optimizing was difficult.

At least until now, besides the Mirror Image Law looking more proficient due to its integration with Space Law, neither the Three Thousand Incarnations learned from Fu Xi nor the Substitution Technique stolen from Fu Wushen have been further optimized.

As the battle continued, Yang Yan’s defeat began to show.

His body gradually cracked, his fists turning bloodied and raw...