However, the Moon Beast King in front of Ye Feng seemed to have already understood what Ye Feng was thinking.
Seeing the hand locked in place, his lips curled into a heavier contemptuous smile, while his frail body seemed to float lightly.
With a swoosh.
His incomparable movement technique was displayed in full force, starting a direct swirl right here; his lips parted slightly.
A beam of Yuehua emerged from his mouth, and as it initially flew out, it began to permeate the area.
Then, it directly started spiraling.
At last, it transformed into a heap of mist and appeared between the large hand locked by Ye Feng.
Instantly, Ye Feng's rapidly moving hand became sluggish in the blink of an eye, and the palm had countless ice and snow surging layer by layer.
After this, the frigid sensation on the hand increased a little.
When all these appeared in Ye Feng's hand, he realized that the speed of the hand moving forward was slowing down.
