Ye Feng just glanced, and he immediately understood that the Mad Dragon Thought and the suppressed soul of the Spectacles were once again engaged in a battle without smoke.
Even though that punch just now had severely injured the Mad Dragon Thought, there was still quite a distance from eradicating him completely.
To obliterate the Mad Dragon Thought here, the most suitable opportunity was needed, and this opportunity was right before them.
While the Mad Dragon Thought and the Spectacles' soul were in an absolute deadlock, Ye Feng's fist fiercely struck out once more.
This punch unleashed all of Ye Feng's strength, and as it roared forward, the face of the Mad Dragon Thought on the ground turned extremely grim.
Yet even so, the Mad Dragon Thought didn't make any move, because under the constraint of the Spectacles' soul, he couldn't act at all.
Seeing Ye Feng's fist about to fall, the Mad Dragon Thought opened his mouth and threatened aloud.
