Battle Against the Alien Race's Sacred Lord

Chen Yiyue warily looked around. "I sense multiple powerful auras. We have to proceed carefully."

The Golden Fur Divine Ape excitedly clenched his fists. "I can finally show what I'm made of!"

Yang Sheng said in a low voice, "Don't act rashly yet. We need to figure out the enemy's situation first."

The four of them stealthily advanced, moving toward the distant cluster of buildings.

As the distance closed, they saw more and more alien creatures.

These aliens came in all shapes and sizes. Some had tentacles, some were covered in scales, and others had two horns growing from their heads.

They came and went, seemingly busy with something, completely unaware of the intruders' presence.

Yang Lingtian and the others hid in a concealed spot, carefully observing every move the aliens made.

"I sense the auras of several hundred Late Mahayana Realm alien experts," Yang Lingtian said in a low voice.

"And among them is a Mahayana Ninth Layer Alien Race Sacred Lord. His strength should be formidable."

"Let's attack directly," Chen Yiyue said coldly.

Yang Lingtian's eyes flashed like lightning as he swept his gaze across the area. In a low voice, he said, "Kill!"

Before his voice had even faded, his figure vanished like a ghost, leaving behind only an afterimage drifting through the void.

Boom!

The next moment, Yang Lingtian appeared behind a Seventh Layer Mahayana Realm alien expert.

He threw a punch, and berserk energy erupted like a volcano, instantly engulfing the alien expert.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream rang through the heavens. The alien expert did not even have a chance to react before Yang Lingtian's punch blasted him into scraps.

At the same time, Chen Yiyue and Yang Sheng also attacked, each targeting the Late Mahayana Realm alien experts.

Cold air swirled around Chen Yiyue.