In a remote corner, where pedestrians were sparse and scattered, the four young men who had just been beaten back by Ye Feng finally stopped running.
Their jaws slackened, and they once again spat out more than a dozen mouthfuls of fresh blood. While their faces turned deathly pale, the scene from just now was still replaying over and over in their minds.
That scene was like a curse, appearing in their hearts without end, tightly shackling their spirit and mind.
Even their breathing became extremely rapid.
Beads of sweat on their faces poured down like raindrops, and the fear in their eyes was so deep and so heavy.
After quite a while, when the breathing of the four had calmed down somewhat, they all looked at each other, and from one another's eyes, saw that ultimate horror.
"Senior brother, just who is that person, to be so powerful?" After a brief silence, someone turned to the young man and asked.
