"Ah?"
Ye Chen's claws tore the arch-Emperor to pieces. The sight of it made the netherworld cultivators despair. They looked at ye chen as if they were looking at the god of death. Many of them could not resist such terrifying power and mental pressure and fell to their knees.
"This, this is a God!"
Some experts who had lost their will to fight exclaimed in admiration.
"Bastards, all of you get up!"
There were also experts who refused to obey, shouting at those who were kneeling on the ground.
"What?"
Even after killing the arch-Emperor, ye Chen's anger had not subsided. As he turned around, a cold light flashed.
"Swish!"
With a cutting sound, the man's head flew into the sky.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!"
Fresh blood spurted into the sky, and the scene froze on the spot.
The atmosphere was extremely tense. No one dared to make a single move or make any sound. This was ye Chen's super-strong suppression.
"Phew, phew, phew!"
