"You!"
Chen Han coughed up blood, looking at Mo Wangchen with disbelief in his eyes.
He couldn't believe it!
Both were at the first level of the Ancient God Realm, yet he was so vulnerable in the face of his opponent.
All around, everyone was stunned, including those Northern Desolate Pride.
By now, no one dared to step forward and attack Mo Wangchen.
Even someone like Chen Han, reputed as one of the top fighters beneath the Saint Heir, couldn't withstand a single blow from Mo Wangchen. This was a genius they couldn't suppress just with numbers.
"Such terrifying combat power; he alone has intimidated hundreds of Northern Desolate Pride. Among the same realm, probably only a Saint Level genius besides him could achieve such a feat, right?" Someone marveled, still unable to recover from the shock.
"Swoosh!"
Suddenly, the heavily injured Chen Han leapt up, transforming into a streak of light, attempting to flee this place.
