The earth-colored light shines again, overwhelming the sky.
Dozens of other superpowers also took action.
A flaming knife descended from the sky and slashed at Chen Yan.
Unexpectedly, Chen Yan pinched him directly and disappeared in a moment.
Chen Yan laughed loudly: "Superpowers? It's just a joke!"
"If you only have this little ability, you can choose the cemetery in advance!"
"The mighty Tianlong!"
"Break it for me!"
"boom--"
The gravity field created by King Wanshan was directly destroyed by Chen Yan's punch.
"puff--"
King Wanshan vomited blood on the spot.
How is that possible?
Xia Houjiao was also shocked. She had come into contact with King Wanshan. He was a very powerful guy. His gravity field was almost invincible. She didn't expect to be so vulnerable in front of Chen Yan?
"Chen Yan, are you so strong?"
"He is indeed stronger than before!" An Xiaoyue said. She had already prepared a long bow in her hand, and the spiritual arrows were raining down to interfere with the surrounding superpowers.
A woman screamed at Chen Yan.
This is a person with psychic powers——
The wail of the death banshee!
A storm-like spiritual energy swept through Chen Yan's mind.
Chen Yan's eyes were like daggers, and he snorted coldly: "With this little mental power, how dare you do whatever you want to do?"
"Tianmoyin, calming spell!"
"Go back!"
"ah--"
Disturbed by Chen Yan's blow, the woman couldn't help but turn around, and the banshee wails directly into the group of friendly troops; the messy crowd instantly became An Xiaoyue's target for harvesting lives, and directly took away three lives.
A short time.
Five of these ambushers have been lost.
But the devil was unscathed.
how so?
This is different from what was expected. How could the Demon King be so strong?
"Melee saint, use the holy weapon to trap him!" someone shouted.
There were muscular men, knights, and swordsmen, all rushing towards Chen Yan.
Chen Yan stood there with a sneer on his face.
"Tell you, what is field control?"
"Judgement of the night, start!"
"Buzz——"
If a strange night suddenly opens up, a few people rushing forward will instantly feel the darkness in front of them. There were dim street lights, but now they can't see them at all.
Someone exclaimed: "It's Judgment of the Night, that artifact of the Holy See!"
Among them were people from the Holy See: "This is impossible, impossible. He is not from the Holy See. Why can he use the Judgment of Night?"
Chen Yan's cold voice sounded: "Because you worship the wrong god, you might as well worship me!"
"Bah bah bah, bah bah bah..."
People who were not enveloped by the judgment of the night retreated one after another with dull expressions on their faces.
Someone who is not a member of the Holy See can actually open this artifact?
Everyone just felt confused, and their sanity was going crazy.
When I heard the screams coming from inside, I felt my scalp numb, and a kind of fear crawled into my heart.
"Can't beat, retreat!"
Someone shouted.
But they saw the female marshal rising into the sky, no longer using a bow and arrow to harvest, but instead using a big sword.
"Today, none of you can run away!"
Xia Houjiao finally reacted, but she found that she seemed to have no use for herself.
Chen Yan's Night Judgment was taken back, and there were corpses everywhere inside.
And he had already reached the King of Wanshan in the blink of an eye: "I will discuss it with you now and take us to find Aman!"