Yi Chen looked down at the hollow in his shoulder, yet his expression remained shockingly calm.
At this moment, around the wound on his shoulder blade, a ring of dark energy continued to wage a tug-of-war with the powerful healing abilities of his body.
"Interesting, Lord Tan Lang is indeed careful, that deadly strike of yours couldn't inflict heavy damage on me. I'm puzzled, Lord, your reaction seems as if you were prepared in advance?"
The young man in the black robe held his evil sword upside down, walking step by step unhurriedly, a smile on his face, but a hint of caution flashed through his eyes.
As he stepped forward, thick black smoke gradually spread, turning the world into an inky darkness.
However, the heart of the young man in the black robe was far from as calm as his face, but turbulent with shock.
