"Swish~"
Yan Zhen had barely finished his words when the immortal's body flapped his wings and punched at Yan Zhen's chest.
Since Yan Zhen was shouting, inevitably he was a bit distracted. The immortal's body was too fast. His fist was about to land on Yan Zhen's chest.
"Bang~"
With a muffled sound, the Relic armor Yan Zhen was wearing shone in rays of purple light. Yan Zhen was smashed away. However, he didn't sustain any injuries. There wasn't even blood oozing out from his mouth.
"Sh*t! Relic armors are that strong, huh?"
Lu Li had been observing with psychic power, shocked. He had thought that Yan Zhen would at least be injured even though he was wearing a Relic armor and holding a Relic weapon. The fact was that Yan Zhen was not harmed.
"Whoosh!"
