Hearing Jiang Che's words, Leng Feng's steps suddenly froze. He paused for two seconds, then glanced at Jiang Che's feet.
He saw countless spikes, sharp as tentacles, madly trying to take root under Jiang Che's soles.
But they were blocked outside the flesh.
These spikes were stopped, just as he expected.
By his calculations, Jiang Che's strength should be no less than his own.
Sometimes, watching Jiang Che, he felt a bit jealous, because Jiang Che's power grew too fast, and he hadn't even encountered any real setbacks.
"Is something wrong?" Leng Feng looked at Jiang Che.
"This thing of yours seems able to extract life and energy." Jiang Che stared at the spikes beneath his feet.
Since entering here, he had sensed it.
This thing beneath his feet was drawing life and energy from everyone in this area.
