He had not been transferred here by the Golden Thread Pavilion to resist the demonic calamity. He had come of his own accord to obtain the Golden Thread Sect Seal.
So there was no need for him to follow any rules here.
"..."
Yang An's words left that cultivator unable to understand what he meant.
But at that moment, Yang An moved.
Beside every demon enveloped in black light, streaks of golden light emerged from the void and began to rise and fall in flight.
A bloody scene unfolded before everyone's eyes. More terrifying still, the flesh and blood of those demons began to turn into torrents, all of it absorbed and devoured by a bead in Yang An's hand.
They had seen this scene earlier and mistaken Yang An for a Great Demon.
But now that they thought about it, was this not the conduct of demons?!
Still, Yang An had not attacked them, which made them secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
It seemed this man was on their side!
There were still ten Flesh-Desiccated demons in total. Under Yang An's suppression, their flesh and blood were forcibly siphoned away. Golden light continuously danced over their bodies, entering and exiting, while weakening their power so they could not generate any new strength to resist.
Yet at that moment, Yang An turned around and looked toward the cultivators.
"It was you who deliberately lured all the demons toward me earlier, wasn't it?"
Under his suppression, several cultivators had managed to catch their breath and regain their senses. Hearing Yang An's words, they were immediately struck with horror.
What did he want to do?
"Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand! We merely mistook you for a demon earlier, which was why we resorted to such a desperate measure.
"You were not implicated