Whoosh!
Looking at the departing Chiyue tribe, everyone in the ancient Tianfeng City let out a sigh of relief, be it the patriarchs, Feng Qinglei and Feng Qingming, the leader Feng Zhentian, or the tribe members, all of them felt the joy of surviving a calamity.
This was especially so for Feng Qinglei. A deep sense of relief and fear surfaced in his old eyes.
Just now, Chi Hunzi's butcher knife was just a millimeter away from landing on his head. Fortunately, at the last moment, he received the help of a mysterious expert. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
At that time, not only him, but even the entire Tianfeng tribe would suffer a calamity.
At the thought of this, Feng Qinglei did not care about the serious injuries on his body. He immediately struggled and knelt on the ground.
