"Hu! Hu! Hu!"
Ye Feng panted. His chest heaved up and down, and his clothes were soaked in sweat.
This action lasted for a long time before Ye Feng gradually calmed down.
'It seems that if I don't use some of my trump cards, I'll really be finished today.'
Ye Feng took in a deep breath. He focused his gaze, his eyes filled with determination.
At the next moment, Ye Feng's back was slightly bent. Like an arrow that left the bow, he shot into the sky.
He wanted to leave the scene first!
"Ye Feng, running?" Seeing this, the red-haired girl sneered, "You can't run away. This is the silent burning heavenly thunder! Unless you have a super spiritual weapon, no one can resist it!"
"Silent burning heavenly thunder! Blast him to death!"
As soon as she finished her words, all the thunderbolts in the world gathered into a ball in an instant!
