"What!"
The Third Elder furrowed his brow, never expecting Ling Feng to be so tenacious, that he had not dropped dead immediately after being struck by his own palm!
A hundred meters ahead lay the bounds of the Mist Ghost Forest. Clenching his fists, the Third Elder stood fixed in place, no longer daring to take even half a step forward.
One breath!
Two breaths!
Three breaths!
The Third Elder's eyes were about to split open, his pupils bloodshot, as he let out a roar that shook heaven and earth, "Little—beast!"
The words Ling Feng had uttered before rushing into the Mist Ghost Forest left the Third Elder feeling restless.
The Jia Family, not sparing even the dogs or the chickens—what a vile curse!
The Third Elder clenched his fists and said with a cold laugh, "Little beast, entering the Mist Ghost Forest, do you think you can still come out alive? And you talk of wiping out my Jia Family entirely? Ridiculous!"
