Chaotic commotion rang out through the city; it seemed fighting had broken out everywhere.
Though the combatants were all cultivators and demons of the Flesh Immortal realm, the lesser demons and minor cultivators beneath them were fighting just as fiercely.
There were simply too many demons. The cultivators were undoubtedly at a disadvantage.
The cultivators below the Viscera Stone realm were the first to suffer catastrophe, swiftly being wiped out.
Only cultivators above the Viscera Stone realm could resist with their tenacious vitality, but under the suppression of so many demons, they were beaten miserably. They could not even escape and had already been surrounded.
Yang An watched the show from the city gate, firmly suppressing the two demons. Naturally, this also drew numerous demons toward him.
These demons did not care who anyone was. Whether mortal or cultivator, they killed without distinction.
When it came to him, Yang An naturally could not stand idly by.
The Buddha Light Wheel and great quantities of golden light danced around him. Every demon that came within fifty feet of him was dismembered like melons being chopped and vegetables being sliced. Not a single one could truly reach his side.
The mortals who had yet to flee the city seemed to have found a savior. They did not care whether Yang An was frightening or not; in the end, he had not harmed them. One by one, they hid behind him to avoid being caught in the chaos, startled and terrified.
Yang An ignored them. He did not deliberately spare attention to protect them either. Whether they survived depended on their own abilities.
His actions soon caught the attention of those cultivators as well.
As if they had seen hope, they too surged toward Yang An. Taking advantage of the gaps while he