At the end of the road.
As Ma Hao and his group sought to flee the place, they clearly heard Ye Fei's faint voice reaching their ears.
They instantly froze in their tracks.
As the voice reached their ears, a path seemed to appear before their eyes.
Scattered corpses materialized before them.
At the end of the road, a man stood with his hands behind his back, his body stained with fresh blood.
He was smiling faintly as he gazed at the few of them.
And he was no other than Ye Fei!
An immense pressure descended, causing their knees to buckle, and they instantly knelt to the ground!
"Who... who exactly is he..."
The young man trembled all over, murmuring softly.
Suddenly, they felt someone pulling at them.
The illusion before their eyes vanished, and only then did they realize that at some point, people dispatched by Wan Jing had dragged them over.
Ye Fei stood on the steps above, watching them with an indifferent smile.
"You... who exactly are you?"
