Ye Feng twisted his neck, his gaze fiercely directed at Carl, who had fallen to the ground, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes:
"Die!"
Bang!
Ye Feng stomped fiercely on the ground, his whole body shooting up instantly!
When he reached the top of the air, Ye Feng's body descended swiftly towards Carl!
His foot fiercely stomped towards Carl's neck!
Crack!
With a crisp sound, Carl's eyes widened, almost popping out!
On his neck, Ye Feng's foot was pressing down!
Ye Feng removed his foot, Carl's neck completely crushed by Ye Feng's stomp!
Carl's face still bore a look of shock; until death, he never imagined Ye Feng could be this strong!
"Gulp!"
Seeing this scene, the Indians in the distance all swallowed a mouthful of saliva, staring at Ye Feng in shock!
Dead...
The young Prophet Carl is dead just like that...
Ye Feng slowly turned his head, sweeping his gaze towards those Indians!
