Ye Qingfeng's gaze was indifferent, then with a wave of his hand, flames swept up, forming a spear.
"From the day he came to Huaxia to commit evil, this was the fate he deserved!"
Ye Qingfeng stamped his foot, but the spear in his hand was not thrown; instead, he charged at the two with the Soul-devouring Flame Spear.
Hadi felt uneasy as he tightly embraced Slaga, his body suddenly frozen.
Ye Qingfeng had already rushed close, pressing down with one hand.
His palm met no resistance, directly penetrating Hadi's body.
Hadi and Slaga's figures gradually dissipated; they were merely afterimages.
"The same trick, used twice in front of me, is it effective?"
Ye Qingfeng grinned, stamped his foot, and the sound of thunder erupted.
"Zzzla!"
Lightning flashed, and Hadi's face showed fear as Ye Qingfeng suddenly appeared above his head.
"Pop!"
In a moment of shock, Hadi's thick wolf arm had already been seized by Ye Qingfeng.
"Get lost!"
