The number of King level experts made not the slightest difference when it came to intercepting him!
Of course, this did not mean Yang Chen's spacetime teleportation had reached the point where he could move about unimpeded, beyond anyone's ability to stop him. Whether experts at the Heavenly Mandate Realm level possessed methods capable of intercepting him remained unknown.
But for experts at the Heavenly Separation Realm stage to wish to stop him was nothing more than a fool's dream.
Yang Chen passed straight through, forcing his way forward head-on without the slightest hesitation.
"Such speed!"
A full three Ghost King experts had intercepted him in the skies above the northern part of the Extreme Yin Land, intending to suppress Yang Chen with terrifying methods.
"This brat actually dares to charge straight at us? He's courting death!" a Ghost King with a massive body roared furiously.
As soon as he spoke, the three Ghost Kings joined forces and immediately formed an interception technique.
Several streams of ghostly Qi surged forth, mixed with giant hands formed from laws that condensed amid the storm. They formed a sky-shrouding, earth-covering attack and pressed down.
As this technique crushed downward, it directly created a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree attack with no blind spots. Nothing within several hundred miles could escape it.
Yang Chen still had no intention of turning aside to dodge. He forced his way through, his speed vanishing in a flash.
The three Ghost Kings had originally been brimming with confidence. So long as Yang Chen dared to come over, they dared to suppress him.
Yet when Yang Chen truly drew near, what they saw was an exceedingly bizarre sight.
Yang Chen arrived, and in the very instant he did, space trembled. Amid layer upon layer of ripples, in no more than the blink of