The King Beast, surrounded by countless fierce beasts, felt an indescribable fury when it realized that all the beasts around it had failed and were completely slaughtered by that giant palm and Ye Feng behind them.
Its hatred towards Ye Feng surged like a roaring river, yet in the present desperate situation, no amount of anger or hatred could change the grim reality before its eyes.
What it needed to do now was seize every opportunity to escape far away, to leave this brutal human, to flee from this cold-blooded demon.
At this moment, in the eyes of the King Beast, Ye Feng was a merciless demon, a hellish evil ghost risen from the depths.
With each step the evil ghost took closer, the sense of imminent danger in its heart grew increasingly intense.
This feeling was so overwhelming and terrifying to the King Beast.
It realized now that it was utterly wrong. If it hadn't awakened prematurely upon sensing this damned presence, how could things have reached this point?
