This took Yang Chen by surprise, but it did not make him lose his cool. In the blink of an eye, he reacted, using Triple Flames to envelop the Lightning Giant and form a new layer of defense as he charged straight toward the Eighth Level.
Once this new defense appeared, the ferocious beasts' attacks indeed lessened considerably. This gave Yang Chen room to catch his breath as he slowly approached the Eighth Level.
Seeing this, Zhen Ke and the other two Northern Fiend Clan members all drew in a breath, utterly shaken.
Of course, the three Yaksha Clan members were even more stunned. The three Northern Fiend Clan members knew more or less about Yang Chen's strength, so even if they were shocked, they had at least made some guesses and preparations.
But the three Yaksha Clan members knew very little about Yang Chen. At first, when they saw him attempting to storm the Eighth Level, they only thought there was something wrong with his brain.
The Eighth Level was something they did not even dare to imagine challenging. It was simply too terrifying. Over the years, the corpses of the Four Sea Clans had piled up here beyond counting.
Thus, they subconsciously believed that Yang Chen would walk the same old road.
Yet only now did they realize that Yang Chen was not foolish—they were.
Yang Chen might truly be able to enter the Eighth Level.
Ye Mei regretted it so deeply her intestines had turned blue. Had she known Yang Chen was this formidable, why had they provoked him? Could they not have simply befriended him properly?
But now it was too late. They had already offended Yang Chen and fallen into the hands of the Northern Fiend Clan. They had no chance whatsoever of turning things