They were in the darkness, Ye Fengsheng was in the light, they were caught off guard. On the contrary, they utilized Ye Fengsheng, an enemy against two foes. However, these two monks who had been hiding for a long time suffered a massive spiritual energy shock.
But before these two could dispel the shock in spirit, Ye Feng's voice descended from the sky, his powerful spirit pouring out like a flood, pressing them down, making it hard to breathe. The ten-mile forest beneath their feet was collapsing, at risk of crumbling in an instant.
In the dark sky, there was a long rainbow. Ye Feng's powerful voice appeared before these two people, seasoned veterans. They knew where the difficulty lay. As they gazed, they resisted thoughts. They never thought Ye Feng's hands were faster than his mind. Their pale hands trembled in the air. First, there was wind. They tied a knot face to face, and the real hit landed on these two people's faces, immediately leaving dents on their faces.
