"Feng?"
Murderous intent flashed in Yang Tian's eyes.
Up ahead, the Ghost God suddenly transformed, becoming a mass of aura.
This aura was blood-red, obscuring the figure within.
"Kill!"
An icy voice rang out.
It was Feng's voice.
She extended her hand toward Yang Tian, gripping, as a powerful aura surged to kill.
"Feng, what exactly are you trying to do!"
Yang Tian's eyes were full of murderous intent.
This Feng dared not confront him directly but played tricks in secret?
"Yang Tian, soon you will know!"
Feng's cold voice sounded.
Soon, Yang Tian felt a powerful Spiritual Breath surging to kill as it approached him, this breath towering above the Seven Realms.
It was the mighty and sacred Hongmeng cultivation technique.
"Yang Tian, flee at once! You are no match for Feng; her Hongmeng cultivation technique has already broken through to the fifty-fifth level!"
Wu Jie shouted anxiously.
Even she was likely not Feng's match.
Let alone Yang Tian.
