Ye Fengsheng looked at him and waved his hand. "I have to wait until I've completed my work."
Then, he pushed away the Police's hand, who was trying to grab his shoulder, stood up from the air, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, spread his arms wide, looking at the golden sky at sunset.
Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and the once tranquil sky erupted into waves like a vast ocean, forming a massive tornado, and the center of the tornado corresponded to the areas where the other tornadoes were beneath!
His closed eyes slowly opened, feeling the Spiritual Spirit of heaven and earth quickly flowing within him. Ye Feng's voice and eyes were steady, the veins on his forehead slightly raised, and his white palms formed complex hand signs after rapidly opening and closing.
"Rise!"
After a quiet yet clear, gentle drinking sound echoed deafeningly, the solitary building began to tremble in public view.
