Everyone was shocked to see this scene.
To know, the power of the demon race is inherently strong, and Lin Chen just collided with them head-on.
The Demon King's face became somewhat grim; he hadn't expected Lin Chen's strength to be so formidable.
"Kid, I admit you're quite good, but unfortunately, you met me," the Demon King snorted coldly.
At this moment, a larger patch of black cloud began to gather in the sky, turning the entire world into darkness.
Within that black cloud, bolts of thunder tore through the sky, striking down imposingly.
Amid the lightning, the Demon King's face was icy, staring at Lin Chen, eyes filled with killing intent.
Before everyone's gaze, he raised his hand high toward the sky.
"Kid, next I will show you my power. Being killed by my demon race's Heavenly Demon Lightning is considered your fortune."
In the sky, bolts of lightning were absorbed into Mo Sen's palm, waves of overwhelming killing intent dispersed like waves.
