High in the air, Ouyang Feng stood with an indifferent expression, staring blankly at Shen Haoran. He glanced down at the barely breathing Ghost Gui in his grasp and couldn't help but snort coldly. "Hmph. What a bunch of trash. Can't even deal with a young punk!"
With that, Ouyang Feng shifted his gaze to Changmao's battlefield not far away. There, Fallen Valley's Third and Fourth Elders were also pinned under Changmao's paws, looking as if they were about to be killed!
Seeing this, Ouyang Feng's brows knitted slightly. His body flickered and he instantly vanished from his spot. The next moment, he abruptly appeared right in front of Changmao.
Changmao roared furiously upon seeing Ouyang Feng's sudden appearance. It immediately lifted a paw and swiped viciously at him. Savage power converged on its paw, carrying with it a whistling gale as it instantly arrived above Ouyang Feng's head.
