159 The moon descends. (1/2)

Li Yang's gaze only casually swept across the army of Deathcloud Warriors that was swarming at him, each and everyone one of them driven nearly insane by their tremendous desire when they sensed his burning lifeforce. Li Yang turned his head after sweeping his gaze across the army, ignoring the confused shouts coming from the people around him. They couldn't understand why the Deathcloud Warriors suddenly became so fierce, they could only sense Li Yang's strong aura, not his tremendous lifeforce.

Li Yang's gaze drifted to his rear and up the walls that surrounded the city behind him, landing on Fang Ying. He acted as if he couldn't see the incoming army or feel the earth trembling as they charged at him, silently mouthing a few words to Fang Ying. She nodded her head in understanding, patting the resting Langshen on the head while quickly talking to him.

The wolf raised his head slightly and turned his gaze onto Li Yang, a slight fluctuation running through space around him. A ripple arrived in front of Li Yang, the small violet dragon Huanglong falling out from the ripple and landing in Li Yang's hand. Li Yang swiftly stored Huanglong into his dantian along with Jinwu and Shenlong, he couldn't leave her out from an opportunity like this.

He then turned his head and finally locked his gaze onto the incoming army, which had already pushed back the frontlines of the city defenders army so much that they were only 200 meters away from him. He opened his right hand, a light flashing in his palm and turning into his golden-violet sword, fire and icy mist dancing around it.

Now he wasn't fighting to investigate the Deathcloud Warriors, now he was fighting to massacre them all so that he could steal their hearts, as such there was no longer a point in holding back. He stood still for a few more seconds, waiting for the army of Deathcloud Warriors to have gotten a bit closer.

His crimson eyes flashed with golden light the moment the army arrived within 100 meters of him, his right arm blurring as he slashed out with his sword. A golden line suddenly appeared on the bodies of every Deathcloud Warrior within a three-kilometer area in front of Li Yang, neatly splitting them all in half.

But before anyone could even wrap their minds around what just happened, blazing flames rose from the golden lines. The flames roared as they swallowed the Deathcloud Warriors and rose towards the sky, forming the image of a large golden crow with its wings stretched out. The flames all quickly rose into the golden crow and then dissipated, a part of the black cloud vanishing and only leaving behind several thousand white orbs that bobbed around as they hung in the air and were surrounded by an icy mist.

It seemed like these people actually knew how useful the hearts of the Deathcloud Warriors were, a man on the frontline clad in the three-colored Heaven Devastator sect's robes dashed forward while the others were still a bit dazed. His left hand reached for the nearest heart to snatch it away, but a golden line appeared on his wrist just as he was about to touch the orb.

His hand fell to the ground, golden flames evaporating it before it even touched the earth. The flames rapidly started to move up his arm to swallow the rest of his body but he quickly and resolutely drew forth a dagger and cut off his own left arm at the elbow, preventing the flames from spreading further. He had bent his body slightly to stretch out his left arm so he decided to kick off the ground and jump forward, opening his mouth and directly swallowing the white heart.

But Li Yang arrived at his side with the roar of thunder before the man could even form a pleased smile, his expression chilly as his right arm flashed. He slammed his elbow into the spine of the man and smashed him into the ground, blood spurting from his mouth. He ignored the once-again incoming army and flipped the man onto his back with the tip of his foot, his gaze not carrying a shred of mercy.

”No one gets to eat anything that is mine, spit it out.”

Li Yang raised his leg and stomped down on the man's stomach, resulting in him spewing out a small torrent of blood. The white heart of the Deathcloud Warrior was also spat out, not having even stayed within the man's throat long enough to disperse into energy. Crimson flames surrounded the heart and burned away the man's blood and saliva, a new layer of icy mist surrounding it shortly after. The man spat out what seemed like a flood of blood, struggling to squeeze out words all the while.

”You... Do... Do you kn...Know who I am?”