This fellow!

Sensing Magiris’ aura rising severalfold did not surprise Chen Feng at all. In his opinion, while Magiris’ cultivation talent was not as good as a bearer of the Chaos Constitution like him, it was enough to make him a top-ranking genius amongst the Heaven-defying races. With the resources provided by the Blackwater Tribe, he was able to – in a million years’ time – reach the half-step Gold Immortal stage. If one were to inform Chen Feng that Magiris’ combat power was not better than him, Chen Feng would find it hard to believe.

Even so, Chen Feng decided to take action as well. This wave of enemy attack was strong enough that even a Gold Immortal would have to exercise caution in facing it.

“Fight!” Wielding his Illusory Demon Edge, Magiris had been about to unleash his strongest attack when he suddenly felt his body getting pulled. Next, he, together with Chen Feng, moved backwards.

“What are you doing? You’re not thinking about running away, are you?” Magiris did not unleash the power that he had been gathering. Due to that, it felt most unbearable.

“Of course,” Chen Feng said, releasing his grip on Magiris.

A mountainous wyrm suddenly appeared before the two of them. Its body curled around Chen Feng and Magiris, blocking all the attacks...