The Helm Master abandoned any thought of capturing Jiang Yan alive the instant he realized Jiang Yan's true terror. He knew that allowing such an existence to live even one second longer was being irresponsible toward his own future.
No potential threat deserved to remain alive in this world.
With that thought, his figure arrived in an instant, descending directly above Jiang Yan's head.
In a flash, the domain of scarlet bloodcloth unfolded, and countless vicious ghosts bared their fangs and claws as they pounced at Jiang Yan.
The Helm Master struck down with his palm, whipping up a surging sea of blood. Jiang Yan stood within it like a frail boat rocking through an ocean storm, liable to be swallowed at the slightest misstep.
But right now, he was at his strongest, possessing over a hundred Battle Ruin Imprints and having absorbed tens of thousands of Shadow Hunt Clones.
Jiang Yan raised his hand slightly, and all the Battle Ruin Imprints aimed at the Helm Master's descending palm strike.
Blood Qi crisscrossed, wronged souls howled in fury, and countless hidden ghosts were obliterated amid the bombardment of imprints.
Jiang Yan clenched the air, and a pitch-black long blade appeared in his hand.
"Yan Lei... Abyssal Thunder Annihilation Slash!"
All around them stood an ocean of Heavenly Demon Cult disciples.
Jiang Yan did not fear numbers. Had the Helm Master come alone, Jiang Yan might have shown him some measure of caution.
Then, boundless blade Qi swept outward.
"Aah! Aah!"
"Aah..."
Some were unharmed upon contact, while others died the instant they were touched. This bizarre scene filled the besieging cultists with panic.
Their Battle Intent weakened by another degree.
Jiang Yan frowned. That was no good.
Then the Helm Master shouted, **"Hold steady! If we don't kill Jiang