When Ye Feng tightly gripped the leaf in his hand, it trembled rapidly. However, under Ye Feng's immense strength, it only shook a few times before becoming completely still.
Though the leaf seemed extremely calm and peaceful, it made Ye Feng's eyes fill with hesitation.
Yet this hesitation, once it appeared, quickly subsided, and finally turned into a profound implication.
As a fierce glint appeared on Ye Feng's face, he roared, "Didn't you want my soul? Now, I shall hand over half of my soul... but not to you, to it instead."
Roar!
The roar suddenly echoed out, and the cultivation power within Ye Feng erupted fiercely.
With this eruption, the pressure that surrounded him was instantly impeded, and around Ye Feng, an invisible ripple appeared.
This ripple forcibly pushed the pressure from the Death Spirit away.
This push caused the power of the Death Spirit to retreat a hundred feet away from Ye Feng's surroundings, and above his head, a black cloud appeared.
