It was Ye Chenfeng. He appeared domineering, with blood-red eyes, sweeping around like an Asura God of Killing descending upon the world! Endless deadly aura spread out, and a death symphony was about to play.
Even more astonishing was the eerie aura radiating from Ye Chenfeng, making him look as if he was shrouded in a layer of black mist.
At the same time, a wave of overwhelming killing intent surged like a tsunami, seemingly pressing down this entire space!
"So terrifying!"
The old man watching from afar in the shadows revealed deep fear in his eyes.
"The Divine King is now a completely different person!" said the man in a black robe, licking his dry lips.
Ye Chenfeng didn't stay long and left immediately.
"Anyway, it's good that he woke up!" sighed the old man.
The man in the black robe nodded: "We don't need to disturb him now. It's best if he releases this pent-up aura."
The old man, contemplating, asked: "What do you mean by that?"
