This was also what drove Yang Chen nearly to despair.
If it had only been Ghost Venerable Tianhe, that would have been one thing. But now, Underworld ghostly creatures were surrounding him from all directions. With a sweep of his eyes, he spotted no fewer than seven Transcendent Realm experts approaching from different directions.
Once they completed their encirclement, he would surely die. Even with space-time Dao Intent, there would be no turning the tide.
Yang Chen secretly grew anxious.
What were the humans in the north doing?
Where was the promised support?
Fury blazed within him.
I came to the battlefield, and it was one thing that you didn't start a war beforehand to cover me. But now that I'm shouting at the top of my lungs, you're still sitting tight and watching?
Yang Chen was frantic, as if flames were licking at his brows. At this point, he had almost no other choice. He could only seek life amid death and make one more gamble!
How would he gamble?
Before these people fully surrounded him, he would use every last bit of his space-time Dao Intent to carry out a massive spatial transfer.
Only then would there still be a sliver of hope.
A massive spatial transfer could move him five thousand miles in a single breath. That distance could take him far away, and there was still a good chance it would save his life.
Having reached this conclusion, Yang Chen gritted his teeth. He knew there was no more time to delay. He had to make a choice, for time waited for no one.
Thus, Yang Chen immediately made his decision.
I'll gamble.
As a mass of Underworld ghostly creatures was about to reach him, Yang Chen gathered a vast amount of space-time Dao Intent and