Within moments, the Yang Ji punch reappeared.
Extreme Yin Elder's expression froze on his face in an instant, shattering like porcelain, and his Yellow Spring battle flag was also blasted in two by Yi Chen, its treasured radiance vanishing in a flash.
At that time, Yi Chen also took the full force of the other three's strikes, coughing up another mouthful of fresh blood, but the madness in his eyes grew even more intense.
"What's the matter with you guys, didn't eat your meal?"
"Tickling me again?"
"No strength at all!"
He suddenly turned around and roared at the remaining three.
This time, he had his sights set on Zhao Corpse King.
It was this bastard who scratched him earlier; he must finish him off.
Zhao Corpse King felt Yi Chen's cold and insane gaze and shivered down to his scalp.
He didn't know how he got so unlucky to be marked by this fiend.
The remaining one corpse and two ghosts mustered all their spirits to continue resisting Yi Chen's assault.