Ye Feng did not want to be blinded by the sound waves.
At this moment, the corpse swung a pair of iron fists at him again.
Ye Feng dodged again, but his body was still heavily wounded. He was beaten until he vomited blood and retreated.
'No, I have to leave this area as soon as possible!' Ye Feng thought to himself. He only had a little bit of spiritual power left, but it was not enough to deal with the corpse. He could only run for his life.
At this moment, Ye Feng's eyes rolled, and he suddenly had an idea. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then, Ye Feng took out a red fruit and swallowed it.
Buzz! !
The spiritual energy in Ye Feng's dantian began to circulate rapidly. It was like a river that surged endlessly, flowing in his limbs and bones. It greatly increased his essence, qi, and spirit, as if an ancient fierce beast had been resurrected.
The aura on Ye Feng's body rose steadily.
