In the courtyard of Medicine King Manor, everyone's faces were filled with fear.
Zhou Yahui's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
Chen Feng, however, shook his head with an air of disinterest.
At that moment,
a black breath suddenly flew towards Chen Feng from the darkness. This breath was as thin as a strand of hair, almost invisible, fluttering in the air like a drifting hair.
"Hmm?"
But at that time, Chen Feng, with his incredibly powerful superconsciousness, detected everything under the sweep of his Divine Sense. No crisis could hide from him.
He instantly saw the breath in the air, flicked his finger lightly, and a silver needle flew out, turning into a streak of silver, shattering the black breath.
"A very familiar breath."
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes.
If he wasn't mistaken, this must also be a form of Hexes.
Then, Chen Feng looked towards the darkness ahead, "Stop hiding, come out and show yourself."
"Hehehe."
