Chapter 1937: Chapter 1933: Mysterious Animal Skin_1 Chapter 1937: Chapter 1933: Mysterious Animal Skin_1 At this mont, everyone thought that Yang Chen’s death was inevitable.
Because this is the power. In the face of the absolute power of Enlightennt Stage, no matter how Yang Chen perford, it was useless. The huge gap in strength left Yang Chen with no hope of turning the tables.
But such thoughts quickly unsettled them.
They only saw a figure appear abruptly…
Then, the powerful blow they had deed unbeatable instantly turned into a puff of wolf smoke, gradually dissipating in the air, leaving no trace to be seen.
Soon after, in their shocking gazes, a black-skinned man with enormous wings spread out appeared in his complete form. He did not move, but the eerie smile on his face was enough to give pressure to others.
“I can’t let you hurt our benefactor from the Black Demon Clan…” The black-skinned man licked his lips eerily.
It was none other than the Black Demon Great King, Ye Kun.
Ye Kun’s appearance surprised everyone present, including the Supre Evil Daoist, who had reached the Late Enlightennt Stage.
When the Supre Evil Daoist looked at Ye Kun, he only felt a profound and impenetrable presence, and that’s what shocked him a bit.
“Your Excellency should not be from our Human Race, Yang Chen. I don’t know where you get the courage to collude with Foreign Races, but this is the matter of our humans. I hope you don’t interfere. Otherwise, even if you have reached the Enlightennt Stage, the anger of our human race is not sothing you can bear.” The Supre Evil Daoist spoke with great skill, seizing the key point in just a few words.
Although Ye Kun was not easily influenced, Yang Chen still had to explain: “Senior Ye Kun, these people are all scum of our Human Race, they don’t represent our race, just kill them, no problem!”
Since Ye Kun and Yang Chen had co to an agreent, of course, he wouldn’t distrust Yang Chen’s words.
He said gloomily, “You all heard it, all you people today, behave and stay here.”
“Senior Ye Kun, leave the Supre Evil Daoist…” Yang Chen reminded him.
The Supre Evil Daoist was furious when he heard the two n talking about him as if he was nothing: “Very well, I don’t know which race you belong to, but you really think you can look down on just because you’ve reached the Enlightennt Stage? In that case, let show you the power of our Human Race!”
As soon as his words fell, ghostly wails and wolf howls filled the sky, spreading for ten and a half kiloters…
The whole Northern Territory Sect instantly turned into an Asura battlefield, a blood-filled Hell. The rolling blood flow was shocking, making people’s scalp numb, and they wondered how many souls were in the hands of the Supre Evil Daoist who caused all this.
Even Ye Kun, as the leader of a clan and experienced in hundreds of battles, could not accept all this.
If the high-level humans were like this, he would rather not cooperate with them, so he believed even more that these were the scum of the Human Race.
“Hahahaha, hahaha… my Dao Intent is Supre Evil. Those who are killed by are a part of my evil Qi. For , evil Qi is my power. Now, take this!” The Supre Evil Daoist’s face twisted as the countless yin souls in the sky, serving as his power, carried his terrifying Supre Evil Dao Intent and rushed towards Ye Kun.
If it were an ordinary person at the Enlightennt Stage facing such a terrifying attack, they would have been caught off guard and beco flustered.
But unfortunately, the Supre Evil Daoist was up against Ye Kun.
Yang Chen had never worried for Ye Kun.
Because it was not a battle of the sa level.
One at the Enlightennt Stage, and the other at the Nirvana Stage… What could the Supre Evil Daoist use to win? Even Yang Chen had to admit that the thigh he was clinging to this ti was unusually thick.
As he thought, facing the horrific attack of the Supre Evil Daoist, Ye Kun felt more like a child was acting up in front of him. With a slight burst of anger, the Supre Evil Daoist would start wailing and crying.
At this mont, Ye Kun simply let out his aura…
Then, the whole world seed to shake violently, and even those in the Northern Territory Sect felt their bodies trembling, as if they were about to kneel before the king.
“This is the powerful one who stands at the top of the pyramid of this Continent…” Yang Chen felt a chill in his body.
There are too few Great Ascension Stages, and Nirvana Stage is already the pinnacle of strength on the Continent!
Yang Chen knew very well that Ye Kun was not targeting him. If he were, he wouldn’t be able to hold on now.
Ye Kun was targeting the Supre Evil Daoist.
When he looked at the Supre Evil Daoist again, he actually vomited a mouthful of blood, fell to his knees on the ground, and exclaid in shock: “You, you are a strong one in the Nirvana Stage! Impossible, you, you are actually a strong one in the Nirvana Stage!”
“Die!” Ye Kun raised his palm and locked onto the Supre Evil Daoist.
In the eyes of the Supre Evil Daoist, Yang Chen was just an ant…
But in his eyes, the Supre Evil Daoist seed even more like an ant.
A huge black hand appeared, asuring several thousand Zhang. At this mont, it could be said that it blocked the sky. The giant hand in the high altitude completely covered the sky above the Northern Territory Sect.
This black hand grabbed the Supre Evil Daoist and the yin souls around him, as if grabbing a lump of mud.
Accompanying the Supre Evil Daoist were the True God-level experts, who shouted and scread in vain, but Ye Kun turned a blind eye to it. Then, he squeezed tightly…
The Supre Evil Daoist’s Qi had certainly dissipated by more than half, leaving only a trace of it.
As Yang Chen watched the huge black hand that seed to change the weather, he took a deep breath, amazed at the power of Ye Kun.
It’s hard to imagine how terrifying the battle between Ye Kun and the Giant Beast Clan King must have been… Perhaps even more frightening than this…
As Yang Chen was lost in thought, the Supre Evil Daoist’s body was thrown down by Ye Kun on the spot.
Looking at the body of the Supre Evil Daoist, Yang Chen didn’t rush to act, but instead looked up at the sky.
After Ye Kun’s hand was dealt with, the yin souls gradually dissipated, and the black hand disappeared back into space, as if it had never been there from the beginning to the end.
Ye Kun also gradually landed, and it was only then that Yang Chen began rummaging through the Supre Evil Daoist’s belongings.
Searching for a while, Yang Chen suddenly discovered sothing.
“The Nine Nether God Flowers.” Yang Chen revealed a smile.
It really was the Nine Nether God Flowers; he was originally worried about so discrepancies, but the process went smoothly.
Yang Chen was naturally happy. Then he turned over a lot of materials and a mysterious ancient beast hide.
On the beast hide were so ancient characters…
“What are these characters?” Yang Chen wondered.
Ye Kun looked at the text and shook his head: “In the hundreds of thousands of years I have been alive, I have never seen this kind of writing.”
Yang Chen was curious, but soon he thought of the Fishman Tribe, the knowledgeable and versatile Fishman Tribe, who might have so knowledge of these characters.
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