The mountain torrent roared, surging wildly and sweeping up everything in sight. It was a terrifying natural disaster.
Jiang Chen stood atop the black flood, like the scourge of this apocalypse.
"You can't escape!"
"Call your fellow disciples, ask your Master for help, use your secret arts! Whatever trump cards you have left, hurry up and use them. Wait any longer, and it'll be too late!"
He spoke coldly, trying to squeeze the last bit of value out of Xu Lai.
Yet Xu Lai simply kept his head down and ran for his life, using an escape technique to appear a kilometer away in an instant. He also raised earthen walls and summoned great masses of vines, trying to block the flood.
But before an entire Yin River, all of it might as well not have existed!
"It looks like you really have reached the end of the road."
Jiang Chen spoke indifferently. Countless ancient characters began churning in his pupils as he extended a large hand and clenched it toward the space ahead.
"Xun!"
In an instant, fierce winds rose a kilometer away, the powerful air pressure forming an invisible wall.
Bang!
Xu Lai crashed headfirst into it, shattering his brow bone and covering his head in blood.
"No! Impossible!"
"You clearly aren't a Great Grandmaster, so why do you possess such powerful techniques? What kind of monster are you?"
Jiang Chen did not answer.
He had little patience for trash like this.
Another fierce wind rose. Towering waves surged within the Yin River, rising dozens upon dozens of meters, some reaching a hundred. A terrifying wave crashed down with the force of the sky collapsing.
It struck Xu Lai, blasting his flesh apart.
The largest chunk of flesh squirmed, trying to burrow underground. Jiang Chen clenched his hand,