Suddenly, a low, furious roar sounded in the distance. Yi Chen's heart tightened slightly. He already knew who had come. Who besides that old crone of darkness would make such a racket in this godforsaken place?
Yi Chen frowned, thinking, You old bastard, what are you trying to do? Do you have a death wish?
A great horde of skeletal warriors charged toward Yi Chen, a road of white bones forming beneath their feet. An aged voice spoke with sinister malice, "Mr. Yi, you've come? What an honor. Welcome, Mr. Yi."
Yi Chen asked lazily, "Oh? Is that so? Did you need something?"
He was not deliberately stalling. He was merely considering whether to deal with her now. He was ninety-nine percent certain he could kill her in an instant, even if the crone already possessed the strength of a Peak Douluo.
But he did not dare act yet. First, he did not know what trump cards she held. Second, he could not be certain whether this so-called crone possessed exactly the same power as he did.
A black light flashed, appearing before Yi Chen like a phantom. A pitch-black round shield blocked his view. Narrowing his eyes, Yi Chen took a close look at the old creature. She was a hunched, withered elder, her long, graying hair spilling loosely over her shoulders.
She was as frail as a skeleton, yet the round shield in her hand exerted tremendous pressure on Yi Chen.
Yi Chen casually raised his right arm, blocking the round shield the crone thrust toward him.
An immensely powerful surge of energy came from the shield. Yi Chen grunted, his entire body shoved back several meters. He clenched his right hand hard, his wrist joint crackling.
With a gloomy expression, the crone muttered, "Do you want to