Yi Chen pointed. "Get out, or I'll kill every last one of you without mercy. My time is precious. I have none to waste on you." His figure flickered several times, and he was already behind a heavily bearded man, driving a palm into the back of his neck.
The burly man let out a miserable scream and tumbled down like a rag doll.
The other burly men roared in fury and lunged at him. Yi Chen snorted coldly, his palms chopping toward them all with a shrill rush of wind.
Yi Chen moved with astonishing speed, every movement they made reflected clearly in his mind.
He did not even need to study their moves to counter them with ease. Every chop of his palm sent some unlucky wretch flying, and every strike could claim a life. Within a few short minutes, he had knocked them all to the ground.
Standing amid the ruins, Yi Chen looked at the people lying on the ground and groaning. "Tell that Artemis fellow not to bother me again..." he said indifferently. "Sneak attacks are what you do best, aren't they? Next time, let's play again."
Yi Chen gave an enigmatic smile and melted into the air like a phantom.
Several devotees sat up in bewilderment. A gust of cold wind swept past, making them shudder in unison. Then they caught sight of one another, stared at each other in astonishment, and let out shrill howls as they twisted their bodies and charged at one another.
Yi Chen passed easily through a dense wood, picking up a few stones along the way and tossing them into the forest. A somewhat older Dark Demon warrior suddenly rushed out and bellowed, "Bastard! Who broke my wine jug?"
He had just drunk a bottle of Lie Yan