Chapter 510.2: I Won’t Pursue It Anymore
Such days did not last too long. When Yang Chen remained in this state for eight months, someone finally couldn’t help but prepare to act.
There was no other way, in eight months, although Yang Chen has gone deeper, the demonic fiends he encountered have become more powerful. The lowest level was in the middle Yuanying stage, and the average level was even close to the Yuanying stage. In the later stage of consummation, Yang Chen never collapsed, nor did he enter a life-and-death situation.
On the contrary, Yang Chen has become more and more adept. Facing more and more demonic fiends, Yang Chen has honed in this tide of monster siege. He was fierce and unforgiving and his tricks were almost as concise.
A few months ago, although Yang Chen was also very sharp in his hands, there were still a few small flaws that caused the efficiency to be not high, and just a few months later, the hordes of mid-to-late Yuanying stage demonic fiends were actually unable to stop Yang Chen.
At first, Yang Chen suffered a lot of injuries, but in recent months, Yang Chen has rarely been injured. Even if he was injured, he would take the initiative to send some parts that are not very fatal or even cause serious damage to the attack of the demonic fiends, and the counterattack was even sharper. Generally, the price of Yang Chen’s injury were at least five or six heads of demonic fiends attacking Yang Chen.
If this continues, Yang Chen would get better and better, and their plan would become increasingly impossible to implement. Everyone knows the existence of opposition, just with the same mind and tacit cooperation. Now someone finally couldn’t help it and jumped out.
A wave of hundreds of demonic fiends of the late Yuanying stage directly surrounded Yang Chen. In the frenzied attack, Yang Chen’s body protruded from left to right, and the blood demon vine sword in his hand was pulled out of a fiend again and again. Only one demonic fiend corpse whose blood had not been sucked up was left at the scene.
However, after all, it was a demonic fiend in the late Yuanying stage, even if Yang Chen looks relaxed, it would consume a lot of qi. When Yang Chen finally killed the last monster. He couldn’t help being exhausted, and sat down on the ground, gasping for breath and adjusting his breath quickly.
It’s just that when Yang Chen just sat down, before he could breathe for two or three breaths, he heard a familiar voice ringing in his ear “Grandmaster Yang, what skill!”