"Seems like you've taken quite a hit."
"With that, I can finally relax!"
Ding Ji looked at the blood on the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, feeling a sense of relief in his heart.
If Chen Feng was unharmed after dealing with that mercenary troop alone, he wouldn't dare to provoke Chen Feng again.
But now, Chen Feng was clearly severely injured!
"Oh? You think, just because I'm injured, I can't handle you?"
Chen Feng sneered, stood up straight, and looked at Ding Ji.
Ding Ji didn't panic but instead suddenly shouted loudly:
"Master Wu Ling!"
Then he took a few steps back, staring at Chen Feng with mockery.
Master Wu Ling?
That must be the sorcerer behind him!
Chen Feng became slightly vigilant as he watched an elder walk out of the forest.
This elder was dressed in a black robe, had a sinister gaze, held a cane in his hand, and walked with a hunched back. He seemed to lack the aura of Martial Arts.
However, Chen Feng felt a chilling presence from him.
