"So it really is you again, Che Rong. Are you that eager to die?"
Li Chen hovered in the air with his back to Che Rong. Sensing his approach, he slowly turned around and spoke without expression.
"Heh..." Che Rong grinned.
"Go ahead and laugh. In a moment, you won't even be able to cry."
Li Chen rested one hand on the Flying Chair's armrest and raised the other palm upward. Six Floating Balls forged from blood mystic gold shot up, crackling arcs of electricity surging within them.
Che Rong thrust out his arm. An enormous octopus tentacle lashed out like a whip, seizing the initiative.
After their last encounter, he had realized that Li Chen wielded a power similar to a Spell Cultivator's thunder gang. He therefore suspected that the objects in Li Chen's hands were Magical Treasures capable of releasing thunder gang and wanted to knock them away first.
Crack!
The tremendous force slammed into the Flying Chair. Before it struck, however, Li Chen had activated the chair's built-in Gang Essence Shield. After the violent collision, the shield shattered, and the Flying Chair was sent flying.
Only one Floating Ball remained beside Li Chen. The others had all been caught in the tentacle, which was about to draw them back.
A Thunder Whip linked Li Chen to the Floating Balls. A powerful current surged into Che Rong's body, making him shudder violently and involuntarily loosen his tentacle. The Floating Balls drifted back and reconnected through threads of magic.
"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!"
Boom! Boom!
A succession of thunderbolts struck Che Rong relentlessly like chains of fire. The powerful flesh he took such pride in gave off waves of the scorched aroma of roasting meat, yet he could not evade them.
Li Chen knew the characteristics of his modifications