Under the gaze of these cultivators, they suddenly realized that any fierce beast killed by Ye Feng never resurrected after its first death.
It seemed that this death was true death.
After defeating these fierce beasts, Ye Feng's gaze shifted toward the place where Leng Qiang stood.
Seeing Leng Qiang surrounded by fierce beasts, Ye Feng remained calm, and with another grasp of his hand, the claws of the beasts about to strike Leng Qiang shattered completely.
They became red blood flowers, and as they floated and danced here, Leng Qiang, facing life and death, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he exhaled, his body quickly retreated backward.
As soon as he stepped back, he quietly stood aside, his red eyes flashing as he looked ahead.
As he gazed ahead, an expression appeared on his face identical to the others; his gaze was deeply drawn to Ye Feng's every move.
While he was in this state of shock, Ye Feng's words exploded in his mind.
