The black liquids seemed to impose extremely strict requirements on his soul. The moment Yi Chen came within a certain distance of them, an inexplicable burning sensation struck him. His arm immediately turned pitch-black, and a mass of filthy black vapor coiled around his right arm, slowly condensing into a strange rune that flickered with pale silver light.
Yi Chen sneered and clenched his fist hard. The foul black vapor on his arm instantly vanished, and the muscles of his right arm swelled again. An immensely powerful, profoundly robust force surged into his body. The five fingers of his right hand became as hard as steel rods and iron pillars, and his bones gave off a series of explosive cracks.
Yi Chen grinned savagely and smashed a fist into the Fallen One's skull. The Fallen One let out a piercing howl as his head burst like a watermelon. His limp corpse slumped to the ground, dissolved into a puddle of black liquid, and disappeared.
Yi Chen sneered. "The souls of Fallen Ones... I think I know you exist now. Hmm, whether you're enemies of humanity or the lackeys of some evil organization, since you've crossed my path... well, heh heh..." He slammed a fist into the ground. The earth within a hundred-meter radius trembled, and ripples spread outward in concentric rings. Everything across tens of thousands of square feet turned to powder. Beneath Yi Chen's feet, a ravine a full kilometer long had appeared.
A group of figures rushed forward. The elderly man leading them glanced at the three Fallen Ones lying on the ground, then at Yi Chen, and bowed respectfully in greeting. "Great and honored sir, your arrival is a tremendous honor for us. Might you require our assistance?"
Yi Chen waved a hand with a smile. "Oh?