"Brother Fei."
"Han Fei."
At this moment, Cao Mengde, Wu Bufan and the others felt that they had just narrowly escaped death.
Feng Xingliu looked at Han Fei with a dumbfounded look. He still didn't understand what was going on here. Didn't they agree to fight the Demon Spirits? Why was he suddenly beaten?
Feng Yu frowned and was very angry, because she didn't expect these people to be so greedy as to want to make a deal with the Demonic Monarch.
Han Fei, on the other hand, was full of worry. Although the guardian spiritual plants could suppress the Demon Spirits, their light of purification was useless against these participants.
Perhaps when dealing with the Demon Spirits, these spiritual plants could fight ten alone. But when facing participants like Han Fei, not to mention fighting ten alone, they might not even be able to fight one.
