Gao Jie had nowhere left to retreat. Trembling with fear, he said, "Yang Chen, I know I was wrong. I truly know I was wrong. Please spare me. I'll never dare oppose you again."
Yang Chen had no intention of showing mercy again. Leaving someone like Gao Jie alive would only invite disaster. Without further hesitation, Netherworld Ghostflame flashed out from nowhere and pierced through Gao Jie in an instant, rendering him completely unable to resist. At the same time, great quantities of Triple Flames descended from the sky, smothering Gao Jie completely.
Seeing Gao Jie's fate, Zhang Min and Yin Yu felt not the slightest pity. For someone like Gao Jie, death could only be called well deserved. Yang Chen had given him a chance to live, but Gao Jie had not cherished it. He had no one to blame but himself.
Before long, wrapped within the Triple Flames, Gao Jie was reduced to ashes.
Yang Chen knew full well that on this battlefield, there was no room for mercy. After dealing with Gao Jie, he turned his gaze toward the Demigod Stage cultivators in the distance.
Those Demigod Stage experts all shrank back uneasily. Yang Chen's flames were truly formidable, leaving them at a loss as if resistance itself were impossible.
Seeing that these Demigod Stage experts had no intention of resisting, Yang Chen naturally had no desire to keep prattling on. Yet just as he was about to dismiss them, his Spirit Resonance Divine Eye turned, and he discovered something interesting.
"This is..." The image sent into Yang Chen's mind through his eyes suddenly revealed a member of another race.
To put it simply, his Spirit Resonance Divine Eye had seen through someone's disguise. Among these Demigod Stage cultivators, one person was an alien masquerading as a