Long Yang, Long Ao, Hei Dao, and Xue He, these four Half-step Mahayana God Monarchs, surrounded Li Chen tightly from the east, south, west, and north.
With such a grand lineup, even a true Mahayana Divine Monarch would surely feel their scalp tingle.
Li Chen's expression immediately turned icy cold, his gaze imperious, staring intently at the four.
"Li Chen, meet your death!"
Long Ao, fiery in temperament, was the first to launch an attack on Li Chen.
At the same time, Long Yang, Hei Dao, and Xue He also began to unleash their unique skills.
Long Yang's sword burst forth with thousands of Sword Intent, enveloping Li Chen like a fierce storm.
Hei Dao raised his crescent-moon-shaped blade, surrounded by billowing black mist, thunder rumbling intermittently, like dark clouds overwhelming the city, pressing down from all directions.
As for Xue He's magical treasure, it was the most peculiar; he took out a scroll, inside which flowed a tumultuous river.
