Chen Wang was somewhat surprised to see the young girl forced back.
With a single breath, this Oil Lamp unleashed such terrifying force. It reminded him of the Northern Emperor he had seen that day in the North Sea Realm. He too seemed to have carried an Oil Lamp in his hand.
Chen Wang had no idea what connection there was between the two Oil Lamps, but being able to force back this mysterious woman delighted him greatly.
By now, the woman's hair and brows had been scorched black. She looked utterly miserable, her face smudged dark with soot.
The girl who had once been bright and alluring now looked pitiful beyond measure.
Yet in that flash of lightning, the clothes once again used that exquisitely subtle technique, instantly charging into Chen Wang's guard.
Chen Wang frowned tightly.
Those clothes were not simply relying on the softness of fabric. It truly seemed as though there were someone inside them.
The divine abilities they employed were difficult for Chen Wang to counter at the moment.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Chen Wang's waist and abdomen suffered another heavy blow.
This time, the set of clothes struck even harder. A terrifying force rampaged through Chen Wang's body.
A twisting pain tore through Chen Wang's abdomen, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
The clothes pounced at Chen Wang again, while the girl obediently stayed behind a pillar this time, secretly cheering for them.
She no longer had the courage to face Chen Wang.
"What a monster!"
the girl muttered to herself.
She had never expected Chen Wang to activate the Oil Lamp as soon as he got his hands on it.
Chen Wang swung his blade down again. The blade light was cold and chilling, forcing the clothes back.
Then, unwilling to keep tangling