In this kind of hoarseness, yet very weak and intermittent sound, just as it spread across this world.
The large hand grasping the fireball suddenly transformed, turning into Ye Feng's silhouette.
This was not Ye Feng's true form, but merely a shadow.
The shadow's eyes glanced at the fireball in his hand with a smile at the corner of his mouth, saying, "How I managed this is not important; what's important is that you are indeed bloodthirsty. Although you are quite powerful, and have derived a spirit from the natural might, you are merely a half-spirit. If you don't come out yourself, naturally, I would be hard-pressed to deal with you, but now that you've come out, it indicates you shall become mine."
Listening to the shadow of Ye Feng speak, the body of the fireball trembled uncontrollably. As soon as it started shaking, the amplitude of its entire form grew larger and larger.
