“Lord Long Chen!”0

Qing Yi and the others were overjoyed and cheered loudly.0

Long Chen had silently appeared right beside the leader of the Netherdragon race. No one had expected him to arrive at such a critical moment. His sudden presence instantly filled them with hope. In their eyes, Long Chen was nothing less than a god.0

“Don’t worry, I’ll save you all,” Long Chen said, waving at Qing Yi and the others with a calm smile.2

“Die!”0

The moment Long Chen turned away, that nine-hundred-flame divine sprout shoved the Nether Heaven Furnace into another’s hands and unleashed a punch. Nine hundred Sovereign flames swirled around his fist as it smashed...0