So many wolf phantoms sealed off every path Yang Chen could have used to evade, leaving him with nowhere to run.
Lin Hao stood with his hands behind his back, utterly at ease. He could already foresee his own victory.
Yet he failed to see the calm on Yang Chen's face.
Yang Chen watched the countless wolf phantoms pounce, remaining perfectly composed. The reason he had yet to make a move was merely because he was curious to see just how formidable Lin Hao's technique was.
It had to be admitted that Lin Hao, as the fourth-ranked disciple of the Northern Territory Sect, did possess some skill. Those wolf phantoms alone embodied the essence of Lin Hao's abilities. Most likely, they had been refined using demon beast blood essence; every wolf phantom unleashed with a punch possessed boundless might.
With wolf phantoms appearing one after another, taking even a single punch would leave one seriously injured or unable to move, much less facing such numbers.
Not far away, Su Yao said unhurriedly, "Fourth Brother, spare his life. This is a battlefield, and we are all—"
She had just meant to say that they were of the same race, but the instant the words left her lips, a shocking force suddenly swept out from the center of the wolf phantoms' assault.
The source of that power was naturally Yang Chen.
Visible to the naked eye, vast amounts of Blazing Heaven Sacred Fire erupted outward, spreading in an instant and shattering every wolf phantom. Not a single one could get close to Yang Chen.
"What?" Lin Hao was stunned when he saw such an enormous amount of fire break through his fist technique. "How is that possible?!"
He had thrown out so many fist phantoms, creating an almost certain victory, yet they