Unable to Protect Oneself

Let's start with you, Student Council President.

Remember, my name is Yan Yu.

The words of the demonic young man, Yan Yu, echoed in the basin.

As the last syllable fell, his figure faded from its spot, turning into a wisp of black smoke barely visible to the naked eye.

A bone-piercing chill gripped An Changqing, and every muscle in his body tensed from the extreme warning of danger.

The sword in his hand hummed.

Without a moment's hesitation, he thrust out a sword aura, condensed to the extreme, straight into the empty space ahead.

However, the sword aura only sliced through the air, leaving a bottomless gash on the distant mountain wall.

There was no one in front of him.

Yan Yu's figure had never moved an inch.

Or rather, his movement was an illusion that surpassed the limits of vision.

He appeared in front of An Changqing like a ghost, extending a slender finger.

Pitch-black demonic power wrapped around his fingertip, tapping exactly on the tip of the sword An Changqing thrust forward.

Clang!

A deafening clash of metal rang out.

An overwhelming force capable of overturning mountains and seas transmitted from the tip of the sword, effortlessly shattering all the defenses he was so proud of.

The impact lifted him off the ground, sending him flying backward.

While his body was still in mid-air, he spat out a mist of blood, crashing heavily onto the ground a dozen meters away.

The sword slipped from his grasp and plunged into the dirt, its blade vibrating violently and letting out a mournful wail.

One finger, and the top student was defeated.

Long Ao reacted quickly; a blazing white light covered his fists, and he turned into a cannonball shot from its barrel, charging straight at Yan Yu.

Die!

His punch, filled with fury, gathered all his strength and blasted solidly toward Yan Yu's chest.

The fist passed right through.

There was no physical body.

Long Ao's fist hit the air.

The momentum of a full-body strike hitting nothing but empty space made his chest feel tight.

What he hit was merely an afterimage left behind by extreme speed.

Not bad strength, but a pity, you're too slow.

Yan Yu's voice, full of contempt, sounded by his ear.

Alarm bells rang wildly in Long Ao's mind, but it was already too late to defend.

A palm gently pressed against his chest.

The palm seemed to have no force, but the moment it made contact, the blazing white light protecting Long Ao's body collapsed like thin paper.

Crack!

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

Long Ao's body bent into the shape of a shrimp, his sternum caving inward at a visible angle.

His eyes widened, filled with horror, and then he followed in An Changqing's footsteps, flying backward and dragging a long trench in the ground before falling silent.

[???]

[One move for each? Is this fucking Rank 8? This has to be at least Rank 9!]

[If Long Ao and An Changqing can't hold up, how are they supposed to fight?]

[Is Yan Yu's ability intangibility?]

The moment Long Ao was sent flying, Su Yuehe had already begun to mobilize her power.

Invisible ripples spread out with her at the center. She stared at Yan Yu, her lips slightly parted, ready to weave a verbal rule that could bind the opponent.

Yan Yu didn't even move.

He merely turned his head and glanced at Su Yuehe with those golden slit pupils.

Just one glance.

A vast demonic power mixed with a savage mental impact violently washed over, directly tearing apart the spirit word construct Su Yuehe had just gathered.

Pfft!

Her mental world was ruthlessly slammed, and her throat tasted sweet.

She spat out a mouthful of blood and her body collapsed limply.

In the blink of an eye, the three members of the main protagonist group were completely wiped out.

The entire basin was dead silent.

Only Chen Guan, still carrying the coffin on his back, stood in place.

He supported Su Yuehe's body, letting her lean against the coffin behind him, and fed medicine to An Changqing and Long Ao to ensure these two wouldn't die right away.

Throughout the whole process, his gaze never left Yan Yu, and Yan Yu didn't stop him, just watched with great interest.

The bullet screen descended into a wail of despair.

Chen Guan's breathing remained steady. He didn't know why Yan Yu hadn't attacked him, but he knew he was waiting for An Changqing and the others to close their eyes.

He asked Baal in his mind: Is his ability spatial, or illusion?

Jie jie, neither, Baal generously provided the answer, curious to see what this human would do in the face of absolute power. It's a very ancient and rare ability. The last time I saw it was hundreds of years ago. It allows him to exist between reality and illusion, making him immune to most physical attacks, and he can move at super high speeds through shadows. Look, he has no shadow under his feet.

Chen Guan's gaze fell on Yan Yu's feet, and it was indeed empty there.

Between reality and illusion?

In other words, mental attacks would be the most effective method.

Yan Yu looked at him and smiled, saying, Do you know why I didn't kill you? I remember, your name is Chen Guan?

This was also what Chen Guan didn't understand. I don't know.

Right at this moment.

An explosive shout carrying the might of thunder erupted from the sky, simultaneously breaking the exchange between them.

Stop!

The voice was filled with fury, carrying a weight that demanded absolute obedience.

Boom!

A blindingly bright flash of lightning, like a spear of divine punishment, fell from the sky, forcibly tearing open the demonic power blockade that enveloped the entire valley.

The black canopy was torn open with a massive gap, allowing light from the outside to shine in.

As the lightning dissipated, a burly figure, like a mountain, stood in front of Chen Guan.

It was Li Yan.

He was bathed in dancing electric arcs, his expression stern, and the fury in his eyes almost scorching the air.

His appearance finally brought a chance to breathe in this cage of despair.

[Holy shit, Li Yan is so cool.]

[The cavalry is here, we're saved.]

[So badass, Teacher Li.]

The atmosphere of the bullet screen instantly shifted from despair to ecstasy.

Yan Yu's movements paused.

He pulled back his foot and looked at the suddenly appearing Li Yan. A trace of impatience crossed his face, but that impatience quickly turned into an intrigued interest.

Oh? A decent guard has arrived.

He sized up Li Yan, interest reigniting in his golden slit pupils. At least Rank 8, huh. What a pity. Do you think you alone can protect this flock of fledglings?

As Yan Yu's words fell.

In the surrounding gray dense forest, pairs of crimson eyes tainted by demonic power lit up once again.

This time, it wasn't the Wind Blade Wolves that appeared.

Instead, it was various demons of different forms, their auras far more powerful than the wolf king.

Their numbers far exceeded the previous wolf pack, surrounding the entire basin so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak out.

The newly risen hope was instantly crushed again.

Li Yan didn't even look at the surrounding demons. He stared at Yan Yu, his voice suppressing his anger: Sealing off the secret realm, hunting students... Demons, you are declaring war on Huaxia, and even all of humanity.

Declaring war? No, no. Yan Yu wagged his finger and laughed. This is just the opening ceremony of a grand feast, and you are merely the first appetizer.

There was no point in saying more.

Li Yan stopped wasting words.

He turned his head and growled at Chen Guan, the only one still standing behind him:

I'll hold him off; you find a way to take the others and leave first.

Before his voice could fade.

Behind Yan Yu, two equally terrifying auras surged upward as two more figures stepped forward.

One was hunched, with bone spikes protruding from its back.

The other was seductive and alluring, flicking a serpentine tongue.

Their presence was not the slightest bit weaker than Yan Yu's.

Three Demon Generals.

They stood in a triangular formation, completely surrounding Li Yan.

The smile on Yan Yu's face widened into a look of sheer delight. Spreading his arms, he directed a malicious taunt at Li Yan, whose expression had already hardened like iron.

"Teacher Li Yan, it seems you cannot even save yourself now."