Although Chen Feng managed to deflect the enemy attack, he was also wounded as a result. A deep wound had appeared on the surface of his fist, which bled. However, Chen Feng seemingly felt nothing. There was an indifferent look on his face. This level of injury was nothing to him.

The cloudy fog had already completely dissipated and Chen Feng stared intently at the distant silvery-white wyrm. The wyrm’s head kept moving about and light danced continuously within its mouth. Its pair of eyes stared at Chen Feng and flames seemed to be gushing out from the eyes. Those were the flames of rage. 

Chen Feng finally understood what was up with the earlier spear. It was actually the wyrm’s altered form. No wonder it could be so fast and dextrous, Chen Feng thought.

“A level 9 Great Yao,” Chen Feng whispered. Without utilizing his magic treasures, he would be no match for this Great Yao, even with his increased cultivation base. However, the fact that he could face this Great Yao earlier made Chen Feng feel satisfied with himself. 

Chen Feng, someone who had yet to overcome his Lightning Tribulation, had managed to fight against a top-level Great Yao. If news of this were to spread, there was no telling just how many cultivators...