"Not good!"
At the sight, Yi Chen's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.
His muscles swelled in an instant, and he drove the Soul Power within him to its utmost limit.
Golden flames shimmered over every muscle of his body.
That power was terrifying.
"Roar!"
Yi Chen threw back his head and roared, an incomparably fearsome aura erupting from his body.
At that moment, Yi Chen seemed to have become an adamantine war god, his entire body brimming with destructive power.
"Die, brat!"
At the sight, the monster's eye twitched violently. With a furious shout, he prepared to crush Yi Chen into dust.
"Hmph, you monster, don't you think a little too highly of yourself?"
Just then, however, an icy voice suddenly rang out.
The voice was steeped in cold, like chilled water in an ice cellar, making anyone who heard it shudder involuntarily.
The monster raised his head, and when his gaze fell upon Yi Chen, he froze.
A cold, merciless smile appeared on Yi Chen's handsome face. A powerful pressure burst from within him, making the monster tremble uncontrollably.
What cultivation level is this fellow at? Why does he possess such terrifying power?
The monster thought in horror.
At that moment, he sensed immense danger.
He turned to flee without hesitation. The black demonic claw caught Yi Chen across the chest, sending him flying through several towering trees before he slammed into the ground with a deafening crash.
The searing pain drew a muffled groan from Yi Chen, but he did not give up. He struggled to his feet, then limped away into the distance.
"Where do you think you're going? Your fate is already sealed."
Seeing that Yi Chen was trying to escape, a savage gleam flashed through the monster's eyes.
The next moment, he stamped a foot