When Yang Chen arrived at the battlefield, he took in the situation at a glance.
The humans were clearly at a disadvantage in their battle against the alien races, which Yang Chen found hard to accept. Ancient Heavenly King had already been slain by him. The alien races should have only three Heavenly King-level figures left, yet they had still driven the humans into such a state.
But Yang Chen quickly understood. Murong Feng did not appear to have truly fought the alien races at all.
"Even at a time like this, he is still scheming against his own kin?" Yang Chen gritted his teeth.
It was not difficult for him to guess Murong Feng's intentions. Murong Feng merely wanted the other sides to exert more effort and expend more strength, so that he could build up his own power.
Such petty cleverness was nothing but the stupidity of handing the battlefield situation over to the alien races on a silver platter.
If he could, Yang Chen naturally would not mind teaching Murong Feng a proper lesson. But not now. If he truly did that, would he not be no different from Murong Feng?
Yang Chen's heart turned cold. He stopped wasting time and, with a stomp of his foot, charged into the battlefield.
"Hm? Who are you?" An Ice River Clan member at the Demigod Stage saw Yang Chen arrive and cried out in shock and fury.
But before the words had even faded, a mass of flames roared toward him. In the next instant, the Ice River Clan member let out a miserable scream and was slain on the spot by Yang Chen, his corpse taken away by Yang Chen.
Yang Chen then swept across the battlefield, harvesting lives all the way. Whoever he saw, he killed. Everywhere