Fitz rushed over, but Ye Feng was still one step ahead of it. His figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.
The successive attacks could not even touch Ye Feng. This time, Fitz was really angry.
The incomparably violent aura seethed again, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet. There was even a chill on his back!
This force was powerful enough to affect the surrounding environment. One could imagine that Fitz was going to be serious this time.
Fitz's speed increased once again. This was a body that was more than five meters tall. Coupled with its ghostly speed, even if it did not use any abilities, it could easily kill Ye Feng in a melee fight.
"Go to h*ll! Do you think you are worthy of being the King?!" Fitz roared angrily, and an incomparably foul stench emanated from its mouth.
This was a type of miasma from the swamp!
