The war intent formed a terrifying cyclone, affecting space and causing it to constantly distort.
Everyone was influenced by that terrifying war intent, their bodies retreating continually, with a look of pain in their eyes.
The emotion of anger infected everyone present, all were intimidated by Shi Aocheng's emotions. Han Yicheng's howls reverberated, causing everyone's hearts to sway, with a look of pain in their eyes, extremely uncomfortable.
However, Ye Feng remained looking relaxed and calm, completely disregarding Shi Aocheng.
Han Yicheng was almost suffocated by the suppression of the war intent. Instead of being angry about getting slapped by Shi Aocheng earlier, he showed an excited look in his eyes and shouted energetically, "Bastard, you're doomed! Is this the war intent? Such terrifying willpower! Ye Feng, you're asking for it, it's too late to regret now!"
"Trash~~~" Ye Feng's eyes revealed contempt, then he lightly uttered two words and waved his arm.
