"Boom!"
Another fierce collision, and both Li Chen and Little Cannon exploded backwards.
They simultaneously tore a rift in the void, extending toward the direction of their retreat.
Li Chen's face was stern, his gaze condescending, continuing to look down on Little Cannon with an aloof posture.
Compared to his previous arrogance, Little Cannon now appeared utterly shocked.
Clearly, Li Chen's power far exceeded his imagination.
It even instilled a sense of invincible fear in him.
Li Chen unsheathed his sword, laughed loudly, and coldly asked: "Your strength surpasses that of the Spiky Dragon, Winged Dragon, and Bobodong by quite a bit!"
Hearing Li Chen's words, Little Cannon was involuntarily startled.
Spiky Dragon, Winged Dragon, and Bobodong were the leaders of two other contingents sent forth by the grand leader Long Ba, alongside him as the Thirteen Demon Kings.
Little Cannon's eyes widened with horror as he asked, "You've fought them?"
