"It's bad!" The buzz-cut man's face turned pale as he looked at Ye Feng, standing there uncertain of what to do.
The buzz-cut man was merely a mid-level Legendary Martial Artist, whereas Meng was a Half-step Divine Realm powerhouse. The difference in strength between the two was far too vast, and even if the buzz-cut man wanted to help Ye Feng, there was nothing he could do.
At this moment, in the buzz-cut man's heart, he had already concluded that Ye Feng was a dead man.
In a blink of an eye, Meng had already reached Ye Feng and went straight for him, attempting to seize him.
"Bang!" With the sound, Meng wrapped his whole arms around Ye Feng's body.
"It's bad!" The buzz-cut man held his breath nervously at this sight.
All of Meng's muscles bulged, and his veins seemed as if they would leap out from his body.
His arms were like barrels, robust to the extreme, as if they were drenched in molten iron, exuding explosive terrifying power, leaving one feeling utterly hopeless.
