This wave of power, upon its rapid arrival, obstructed everything in its path entirely.
Even as it was blocked, the power did not diminish in the slightest; it remained as strong as before, and everything was just as fierce as before.
Standing there, Ye Feng felt an indescribable pressure fiercely coming at him from the front.
Just when the wave of power was only a few feet away from Ye Feng, the Mist Beasts growled again and charged forward towards Ye Feng.
Gazing at the wave of power ahead and the Mist Beasts charging from behind, Ye Feng's mind became incredibly calm, without a single fluctuation.
He was completely immersed in an unprecedented tranquility, and under this tranquility, a color of indescribable coldness emanated from Ye Feng.
It also emitted an insurmountable killing intent.
As that force recklessly approached Ye Feng, about to envelop him completely.
Ye Feng's hand, which had been inactive till now, suddenly lifted up, and upon lifting, it pressed downwards.
