Whoosh!
At this moment, a figure with a powerful aura, like a meteor descending, landed less than 500 meters away from Yang Fei.
The man wielded a long knife, standing still and unwavering, and his entire aura spread out like overlapping waves.
He seemed intent on smashing all obstacles in his path to pieces.
This man wore a martial arts uniform, his eyes bright like water, exuding the passage of time, though his face appeared very young.
This youthful yet aged feeling was contradictory, yet it seemed harmonious on him.
Yang Fei could immediately see that this man was also in a spirit form.
His body was entirely composed of the power of worship and divine thought, not a real flesh body.
His eyes, sharp as knives, looked at Yang Fei, clearly revealing an exceedingly fierce intent.
"Are you Huaxia? Are you the one who killed Sato?"
Yang Fei still held his hands behind his back, his eyes gazing into the distant void as he spoke calmly.
