He felt Yang Chen was exactly like that!
Yang Chen looked to be having an extremely difficult time withstanding his attack. If so, there was no way his opponent could catch his breath again anytime soon.
That meant victory was still his for the taking.
The Crimson Soul Beast kicked out with full force. Even someone at the Heavenly Martial Realm peak would surely be kicked to death on the spot if caught unprepared.
This scene made everyone draw in a sharp breath, especially the Great Emperors. They knew very well that although Yang Chen had withstood the Soul attack, that did not mean he could immediately recover under the attack's power.
The crucial point was that they could not go save him either. If Yang Chen himself was actually fine, then taking him away would mean directly admitting defeat.
Yang Chen was indeed somewhat dizzy, but he soon heard the cries of the Merfolk race within the Eight Extremes Flowing River space. Those cries brought him back to his senses.
The moment he regained clarity, Yang Chen suddenly sensed the Crimson Soul Beast's attack. Crackling lightning flickered in his hand as an enormous thunder spear abruptly took shape.
The instant the thunder spear appeared, Yang Chen swept it horizontally, driving it straight through the Crimson Soul Beast's chest. The Crimson Soul Beast had not reacted at all, because Yang Chen had remained motionless until then.
"Ah!" The Crimson Soul Beast let out a miserable scream.
"Save him!" The Sky-Piercing Python roared through gritted teeth, utterly unwilling to accept this.
After he spoke, the other Demon Race Great Emperors wore ugly expressions and could only make their moves one after another, rescuing the Crimson Soul Beast.
Although the Crimson Soul Beast had not been pierced to death by Yang Chen's