Seeing that Yi Chen was grievously wounded and could no longer fight, a vicious grin appeared on the black-clad man's face.
They exchanged glances, then swiftly charged in for the kill.
Yi Chen stared fixedly at the black-clad man as a ball of white light appeared over his palm.
The Golden Soul Ring appeared around him, and his aura climbed steadily.
At the sight, solemn expressions appeared on the black-clad men's faces.
Rather than retreat, they picked up speed again.
"Die!"
Yi Chen growled, his figure becoming elusive and unpredictable.
When he charged to within a dozen meters of the black-clad men, he changed direction seven or eight times in midair.
The next moment, his palm shot out, striking at one of the black-clad men.
The man was charging forward when he saw something fly past in front of him and instinctively raised his right arm to block.
Bang!
The tremendous force snapped his entire arm and sent him flying.
The other two black-clad men stopped at the sight.
They approached with cold sneers, intending to put an end to Yi Chen's movements.
But only after drawing close did they realize that Yi Chen's previous move had not been an attack, but a feint.
In that instant of confusion, Yi Chen struck at the other black-clad man again.
Every punch that landed sent its target flying.
Soon, the remaining three black-clad men were all lying on the ground.
Looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, the two black-clad men exchanged glances, then swiftly charged in for the kill.
A savage expression appeared on Yi Chen's face as he scanned his surroundings, searching for the ambusher.
Unfortunately, he had no memory of that figure.
"Heh heh..."
Just then, an icy laugh reached Yi Chen's ears.
Immediately afterward, a black-clad man