I, Ye Xingchen, Am Not the True Fragrance Emperor, Not the Comic Relief!
Demon King's Den, outermost perimeter.
Because the Purple Lin Demon King could not completely seal off the routes, large numbers of ferocious beasts either crawled out through its crotch or detoured through other exits, instantly plunging Ye Xingchen, Xiao Ziji, and He Wudi into a desperate situation.
Xiao Ziji in particular faced the fierce charge of dozens of demon beasts comparable to Martial Saint Great Perfection experts. Although he protected his two junior brothers, his meridians were badly damaged from the impacts, and his injuries were severe.
Fortunately, they were merely ferocious beasts that only knew brute force. Had they been genuine martial artists, the power gathered together would have cost them half their lives even if it did not kill them.
It could be said that their current situation was far more dangerous than braving Hell Mode in the Life-and-Death Secret Realm. After all, there they had only faced one Saint Beast, whereas here they had to face several hundred, with the number still steadily increasing.
The Purple Lin Demon King deeply regretted rashly charging in to show off, but at this point, it could only continue blocking the area where the demon beasts were most densely packed, preventing more of them from breaking through.
Even He Wudi, the calmest among them, realized how critical the situation was and prepared himself to fight with everything he had. Then... Ye Xingchen suddenly seemed to transform into a demon, his gaze radiating intense killing intent.
That look was terrifying!
Had Senior Brother Xiao's severe injuries driven him completely berserk?
It seemed these two shared an extraordinarily deep bond as fellow disciples. Could it be...
He Wudi hurriedly cast aside his wild thoughts and was about to drag Ye