In his haste, he knew he had no other choice. He could only flee.
He swiftly took out the Mountain River Destruction Map and sent surging black water pouring forth, trying to buy time.
Yet Chen Jingkui merely waved his hand, and the surging black water evaporated completely before it could even approach his body.
Chen Jingkui sneered. "Childish tricks!"
Yang Chen's pupils contracted. He could not accept this reality. He was too powerful—the black water could not even get close to him. What kind of power had Chen Jingkui used?
Unwilling to accept this, Yang Chen gripped the Mountain River Destruction Map again. Then Purple Mountain descended from the sky, about to crash down upon Chen Jingkui's body.
Chen Jingkui beckoned with his large hand, which directly transformed into a massive fist and collided with Purple Mountain.
Purple Mountain was sent flying in an instant, unable to inflict even the slightest suppressive damage upon Chen Jingkui.
Yang Chen drew a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, calm down again, and calm down once more. But what other methods did he have now? Given the current situation, even taking out the God-Slaying Spear would likely be useless, while there seemed to be nothing left in the Mountain River Destruction Map that he could use.
One Kunpeng and one foreign race being.
The Kunpeng's strength was fundamentally insufficient to contend with Chen Jingkui at the Demigod Stage.
And that foreign race being...
Right, there was still that foreign race being.
When Yang Chen thought of it, his brows suddenly knitted tightly. Back when he was at the half-step Spirit Disk Stage, he had been unable to summon this foreign race being. Now that he had reached the Spirit Disk Stage, perhaps he could summon it.
With that thought, Yang Chen