With a gentle flick of his right arm, countless droplets of blood fell like rain onto the ground. Ye Chenfeng didn't even frown at the excruciating pain from the cracked skin on his arm. His pitch-black eyes became even more piercing. Inside his body, the Eighth Level Soul Force churned like raging tides. Ye Chenfeng was like a beast that had been lurking for too long, ready to go berserk at any moment.
Standing not far away, Ning Yuting, saw Ye Chenfeng being repeatedly forced back, even his entire arm dyed red with blood. Her heart ached indescribably. She knew that with Ye Chenfeng's abilities, leaving here by himself would be no problem. "Ye Chenfeng, don't worry about me and Qianqian anymore. You go on by yourself! Otherwise, all three of us will die here," she said.
