Ye Chen slowly picked up the storage bag from the ground, his gaze cold as ice, suddenly glancing at an empty spot, and with a wicked smile, he said, "Isn't it a bit late to leave now? Didn't you all enjoy slaughtering pigs? There are quite a few treasures in this storage bag, why, don't you want them?"
Suddenly, a faint black shadow appeared, transforming into a black light, speeding away into the distance at a rapid pace!
Ye Chen watched the golden bolt of lightning, a murderous intent growing in his eyes, and shouted in a low voice, "Soul-devouring Sky!"
A black vortex instantly enveloped the golden bolt of lightning!
The tall man screamed miserably, his figure staggering, but he did not completely fall from the sky. Instead, he struggled to punch out, blasting open a spatial crack, about to plunge into it and escape!
