"Ye Feng, you didn't expect that in just a few days, my cultivation would recover and even grow, right? You didn't expect me to come to you at this time, did you?" Mad Dragon's voice echoed everywhere.
Every syllable caused the surrounding Milky Way water to surge, and when the various colored streams mixed together, they sparkled like the stars and moon in the nine heavens.
When the voice completely fell, Mad Dragon's figure had already appeared a hundred feet away from Ye Feng. Ye Feng looked at Mad Dragon before him, and his eyes narrowed together.
The bad feeling also leapt in his heart, growing stronger and stronger.
This made Ye Feng's hand tighten, fully aware that such a feeling does not appear without reason, and its presence signifies that the life-threatening crisis has arrived.
He coldly looked at Mad Dragon, sensing that despite the change in Mad Dragon's aura, he absolutely did not believe that Mad Dragon alone could kill him here.
