Ye Feng saw everything that was happening outside, and, once the fire had died down a bit, he quickly left the Space, wanting to severely reprimand this group of weeping soldiers.
"What are you doing? Could it be that you are mourning these dead tiger people?" Ye Feng calmly walked out from the faint glow of the fire, pretending to be ignorant and teasing with a smile.
"You... you're not dead? Damn it! I knew you couldn't be killed off that easily." Seeing Ye Feng, Li Minjie's originally sorrowful face turned to joy.
"Pah! Damn it, can't you wish me well for once?" Ye Feng was speechless, hurriedly spat twice, and said somewhat gloomily.
"You little rascal!" Li Minjie returned the sentiment speechlessly, then pulled Ye Feng into a bear hug, expressing everything through the embrace.
Seeing that Ye Feng was unharmed, everyone was extremely happy, their great sorrow instantly transforming into great joy.
