At this moment, everyone thought that Yang Chen's death was inevitable.
Because this is the power. In the face of the absolute power of Enlightenment Stage, no matter how Yang Chen performed, 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 deemed 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.