This was also a tactic Yang Chen was good at using.
He knew that Fan Tian still had many moves he hadn't used, but he was too lazy to let him use any more. He caught him off guard with a momentary spacetime suppression and, although it lasted only a moment, it was enough to kill Fan Tian.
As for the trump card?
If it couldn't be used, then it wasn't a trump card.
Now that Fan Tian was killed, Yang Chen flicked his wrist, and under the crushed corpse of Fan Tian, there was indeed a fiery red object similar to a bull's horn.
This was the horn on Fan Tian's body.
Yang Chen didn't know its purpose, so naturally, he thought it better to put it away first.
With Fan Tian dead, the other Flame Spirit Race people were utterly shocked and panicked.
"Not good, Sir Fan Tian is dead!"
"Sir Fan Tian is dead, let's run away!"
