The weakened Wang Ying still didn't know that he had become the target of Hook Chen. Hiding at a safe distance, he watched as Hook Chen was besieged by hundreds of magical beings, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.
The love and hatred of children are always so direct. For this opponent who had made him feel the terror of death, his heart was filled with nothing but loathing.
But he understood, even with the power of the formation, he was no match for Hook Chen, whose bodily cultivation had exceeded the limits of a bodily master and reached an elusive realm.
However strong a bodily master might be, they are still mortals in flesh. Surrounded by countless magical beings, they would eventually show signs of fatigue and flaws.
And the tireless magical beings wouldn't, as long as their blood essence wasn't depleted and their soul thoughts weren't extinguished, they could attack relentlessly, without fear, without mistakes, and certainly without mercy.
