"Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!——"
Aboard the Sea King, the sound of swallowing filled the air. Xu Yang, who had just appeared unbeatable, now lay powerless on the deck, unable to move in the slightest. He breathed weakly through his nose as blood continuously flowed from his mouth. His eyes, dim and full of terror, stared at Ye Chenfeng, his face a picture of disbelief. He couldn't comprehend how a piece of trash from the Ancient Martial World could possess the strength of the Third Heavenly Layer at the Peak of the Spirit Communication Realm?
Not far behind Xu Yang, Zhao Lin's hands and feet had already turned ice cold. His body involuntarily trembled slightly as he felt the aura of Ye Chenfeng, at the Peak of the Third Heavenly Layer of the Spirit Communication Realm. He knew that he and Xu Yang had kicked an iron plate this time, as beads of sweat the size of soybeans slipped endlessly from his forehead to the deck below.
