In everyone's eyes, Yang Chen's death had been inevitable.
Because this was power. Before the absolute power of the Enlightenment Stage, no matter how Yang Chen performed, it would have been useless. The vast gap in strength left Yang Chen with no hope of turning the tables.
Yet it was precisely this thought that soon left them unable to remain calm.
They only saw a figure suddenly appear...
Then, the powerful strike they had hailed as invincible instantly turned into a cloud of smoke, gradually dissipating into the air until not a trace remained.
Before their stunned eyes, a dark-skinned man with enormous wings spread wide revealed himself completely. He did not move, yet the strange smile on his face placed immense pressure on everyone around him.
"We can't let you lay hands on the benefactor of our Black Demon Clan..." The dark-skinned man eerily licked his lips.
He was none other than the Black Demon King, Yekun.
Yekun's appearance shocked everyone present, including the Supreme Evil Daoist, who had reached the late Enlightenment Stage.
The Supreme Evil Daoist glanced at Yekun and found him unfathomably deep, utterly impossible to see through. It was precisely because of this that he felt a measure of shock.
"Your Excellency is not one of us humans, are you? Yang Chen, though I do not know where you found the nerve to collude with an outsider, fellow foreigner, this is a matter of humanity. I hope you will not interfere. Otherwise, even if you have reached the Enlightenment Stage, the wrath of humanity is not something you can bear." The Supreme Evil Daoist spoke with great cunning, getting straight to the heart of the matter in just a few words.
Though Yekun was not someone whose will could be easily swayed, Yang Chen still