"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Ye Chen wielded a large machete, ruthlessly chopping at the saint's neck, blow after blow.
The saint's body was extraordinarily powerful, impregnable even by treasures of the heavens, only a Divine Artifact could break through it.
The weapon in Ye Chen's hand was just an ordinary one, and despite the repeated "duang, duang, duang" strikes on the saint's neck, it couldn't wound him in the least.
Moreover, the saint's flesh was so tough that it had chipped the machete.
"Ye Chen really knows how to torment someone, chopping at the neck again and again. Even if this saint doesn't die, he'll be scared half to death!"
Ye Chen hacked away fervently, like slaughtering a pig during the New Year, filled with a fiery zeal that was quite thrilling.
But everyone felt a chill down their spines, and their gazes towards Ye Chen were filled with fear.
"Shout!" Ye Chen swung the machete at the saint's neck and barked.
