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Demon Plane, Fallen Angel Castle—this was the headquarters of the Fallen Angel clan.

A figure descended onto the castle's peak beneath the pitch-black sky, accompanied by a heaven-shaking aura. As that overwhelming presence emerged, sacred radiance surged in all directions above the Fallen Angel clan's territory.

Countless weaker members of the Fallen Angel clan instinctively knelt in devout worship. Meanwhile, powerful members and legions from various demon races rushing over from afar were drawn by the phenomenon and hastened toward this place.

"Rushing here so eagerly to die? Then I'll grant your wish!"

Yan could sense even more Demon Plane powerhouses gathering. He sneered and struck without hesitation, sending vast beams of energy blasting in every direction.

How terrifying was a God King-level powerhouse? If Yan wished it, destroying an ordinary plane would be effortless. Even a place like the Demon Plane could not withstand his power. If he unleashed just a little more strength, he could completely destroy this plane.

A fierce energy storm swept through the entire plane, instantly reducing countless demon races to ashes. A humanoid demon, black from head to toe, with a pair of crimson horns and enormous fleshy wings on its back, screamed as it glowed and rose into the sky. Yan merely glanced at it without much concern.

His figure flashed, arriving on a plain where many demon powerhouses still remained. He would not spare a single one of these fools who had dared to come and surround him.

"Don't be afraid, everyone! He's only one person. We have so many powerhouses, and the Plane Spirit's blessing as well. Unity is strength..."

The surviving demon powerhouses trembled in fear upon seeing Yan, but those who had lived this long were all formidable and quick-witted. They knew they absolutely could not fall into chaos