But when he shouted again, the people under him no longer had Lord Lu's courage from before. They had all seen Lord Lu's tragic fate clearly—how could they still dare to provoke Yang Chen?
Seeing that not a single one of his subordinates dared step forward to contend with Yang Chen or block his path, Tomorrow Heavenly King was thoroughly panicked.
He knew very well what it meant that Yang Chen had searched Lord Lu's soul. He roared hoarsely, "All of you, go stop Yang Chen! Otherwise, there will be no mercy!"
As Tomorrow Heavenly King's words fell, the people below felt their hearts turn cold. They knew they had to go whether they wanted to or not.
For a time, a crowd surged forward, some chasing Yang Chen, others moving to block him.
The most crucial thing Yang Chen had gained from searching Lord Lu's soul was the passage leading out of this battlefield, found within Lord Lu's memories.
It was precisely because he knew of this passage that Tomorrow Heavenly King had gone mad.
Looking around, there was a dense mass of people behind him, while quite a few foreign races had appeared ahead to block him.
Faced with this, Yang Chen did not feel much pressure.
The reason was that only Tomorrow Heavenly King was pursuing him; Feng Xiaotian was nowhere among them.
"That makes sense. Feng Xiaotian doesn't dare chase me. Going deep into the foreign race battlefield would also be a perilous ordeal for him. Unfortunately, I can't turn back now either. He will surely block the middle of the battlefield and leave me with no road to take." Yang Chen steeled his heart. Knowing this was no time to hesitate, he plunged deeper into the foreign race battlefield.
He was injured now, and his