"Moon-devouring Nether Prison, Han Yan, go!!!" In the distance, the anxious shout from Ye Lanfeng echoed.
Before the voice finished, Ye Lanfeng suddenly turned around and rushed towards Mu Hanyan. At this time, the Black-clothed Man was just about to strike with his palm, but Ye Lanfeng didn't dodge or evade, completely disregarding life and death.
The Black-clothed Man's palm paused slightly, seemingly wanting to retract, but Ye Lanfeng's strength was so formidable that even he dared not be careless. This palm had been charged for a long time, and it was not so easy to pull back.
"Boom" The overwhelming palm strike landed heavily on Ye Lanfeng's back.
Ye Lanfeng spewed a mouthful of blood but did not stop, using that palm force to fly even faster towards Mu Hanyan.
Hearing Ye Lanfeng's shout, Mu Hanyan knew that the situation was probably even more dire than she had imagined. Without the slightest hesitation, she flew back swiftly.
