Just as King Yan's Demigod closed in on Lin Chen, the pain-twisted expression on Lin Chen's face suddenly vanished, replaced by a cold smirk.
At this moment, Lin Chen no longer showed extreme agony, and his life didn't look like it was hanging by a thread.
King Yan's Demigod saw this, half-believing, half-doubting. His pupils suddenly shrank, but it was already too late. Lin Chen lashed out with a kick of terrifying speed and boundless power, sending him flying. He didn't show a shred of mercy. When his foot crashed into King Yan's Demigod's pale jaw, there was a sharp crack of bone.
Lin Chen then drove a flurry of kicks into King Yan's Demigod's abdomen. They rose and fell like waves, each strike stronger and stacking atop the last. King Yan's Demigod's body shot backward like a kicked football, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
