Yang Chen had not noticed anything amiss. Perhaps precisely because he had not noticed, the corpse suddenly came back to life, then shot into the air with a whoosh at incredible speed.
"Huh?" Yang Chen's expression changed drastically. He had never imagined that Wu Changkong would come back from the dead.
He simply could not understand how it had happened. He had checked again and again just now and seen clearly that Wu Changkong was dead.
Yet who knew what method Wu Changkong had used to return from death? He now fled like a rabbit. By the time Yang Chen reacted, he had already vanished without a trace.
"Damn it!" Yang Chen gritted his teeth. Once he let a tiger return to the mountains, killing Wu Changkong again would become far more difficult.
Still, he was a calm man. Seeing Wu Changkong escape, he could not remain unable to accept it. In an instant, he shifted his attention to Fan He.
Fan He had not reacted nearly as quickly. He had believed Wu Changkong could handle Yang Chen with ease. His mind had been wholly occupied with figuring out how to deal with Caiyi, capture her, and then present her to Lord Luo upon returning.
Yet before he could capture Caiyi, Wu Changkong was the one who could no longer hold on.
By the time he reacted, Wu Changkong had utterly disregarded him, pulled off a desperate escape from death, and slipped away without a trace.
How could he possibly remain seated now? Who could have imagined Yang Chen was so formidable that even Wu Changkong could not withstand him and had fled? What more was there to say? With a whoosh, he prepared to flee far away, with no intention of lingering here any longer.
How could Yang Chen