"I'll go!"
A high-level god of the Hawk Race flew out.
He maintained quite a distance from Ye Chen.
"Ye Chen, don't think you can defeat me in one move!"
Ye Chen glanced at this high-level god of the Hawk Race, his eyes full of disdain and contempt.
"With sixty percent of my strength, I can suppress you with one move, a piece of cake!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Ye Chen's figure flickered, actively charging toward the high-level god of the Hawk Race!
The high-level god of the Hawk Race let out a roar, his wings suddenly spreading open. In the next moment, his figure vanished from the spot, transforming into thousands of afterimages, soaring and weaving through the air!
Obviously.
Neither attacking nor defending.
But responding to Ye Chen's provocation today with the utmost speed!
Ye Chen slashed out with his sword.
His body disappeared along with the sword.
