"Chomp~chomp~chomp~chomp~"
The banquet hall was filled with the disturbing sounds of flesh being gnawed. Except for Ye Chenfeng and Chen Siyu, who were mentally prepared, everyone else was completely stunned—mouths agape, even forgetting to breathe.
Ye Chenfeng briefly sensed with his Soul Force and found that, at the very least, there were no Soul Force masters in this banquet hall. He thought it would be quite easy to deal with these walking corpses, so his mood instantly calmed down. Looking at the now thoroughly dead Jin Xiaoqiang, he casually said, "What a pity about that name. If you really were as indestructible as your name suggests, you might have survived tonight."
Ye Chenfeng's oddly casual dark humor brought everyone back to their senses, and all eyes instantly focused on him. Luo Yongtian, with an ugly expression, questioned Ye Chenfeng, "Are you behind what's happening here?"
