Listening to the busy tones on the phone, Ye Chenfeng's brows furrowed even tighter. He was now certain that behind the King and Zhan Lang and others lay a vast, mysterious organization composed of Soul Force warriors. Perhaps Zhan Lang and his lot were just lowly minions in this vast mysterious organization, but who had created it?
As many speculations became clearer in his mind, Ye Chenfeng involuntarily got a fright. If all his deductions were true, then the mysterious organization behind Zhan Lang and the others simply wasn't something that Ye Chenfeng could contend with at his current strength. However, this vast mysterious organization had set its sights on him, making him increasingly troubled. He had not even settled the affairs of the Ancient Martial World, and now he was entangled with such a huge mysterious organization; it was extremely frustrating. At the same time, the pressure on him was growing heavier.
