Under Ao Qing's gaze, the desolate lands surged furiously, filled with overwhelming momentum and murderous intent.
Standing unremarkably at the mountain peak, Ye Feng unexpectedly flew swiftly towards the heart of the battle alone.
This forward motion was extremely rapid.
It had just unfolded when it attracted the attention of the remaining Kunlun cultivators, causing the giant hand to momentarily hesitate.
These Kunlun cultivators, with faces of confusion and a hint of shock, looked on as the enormous hand descended from above, accompanied by a cold and proud sneer, when a cold snort suddenly resounded.
"A mere ant, dreaming of partaking in such a battle? Seeking death."
Like the sound of a great bell, the voice reached from the front, causing Ye Feng's heart to sink suddenly, feeling as if he was struck by a powerful blow.
Blood burst from the corner of his lips, and his body was pressed firmly downward.
