Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!
A sharp, ear-piercing sound echoed as the black mist spread, continuously devouring Ye Chen's Mystic Flames, and attempting to envelop him.
Ye Chen remained calm, the Heaven Splitting Power surged in his left hand, several streams of nomological power bolstered him, causing the Mystic Flames to become mysteriously elusive, yet evidently more powerful, slowly resisting the devouring of the black demonic energy.
"Even if you momentarily consume a Divine Artifact, so what? I shall kill you nonetheless!"
Although his aura was elevated, it wasn't well established; Ye Chen still held the power to fight!
If worse comes to worst, Ye Chen is willing to summon the Slaughter Sword!
Enter a demonized state to kill!
A sound erupted as they collided, both recoiled back dozens of meters!
Lin Juelong's expression was extremely odd, his pupils widened abruptly!
As if he saw something terrifying!
