Hands behind his back, Zhou Feng's eyes, emanating cold air, slightly squinted as he placed his gaze back on Bai Yu, Ling Han, and Bai Tianzhong.
Always watching Zhou Feng coldly, Bai Yu, Ling Han, and Bai Tianzhong lost the composure in their expressions as they saw Zhou Feng's imposing demeanor. Their faces gradually revealed cold and heavy expressions. Ling Han's endlessly waving broadsword had already come to a stop, and the hand gripping the hilt involuntarily tightened. For some reason, at the moment Zhou Feng's formidable aura burst forth, even when facing the Red Flame Fire Fox King, Ling Han had never felt a crisis like this. His nervous system was instantly overwhelmed; facing Zhou Feng, for the first time, Ling Han felt himself becoming insignificant, while the opponent continuously rose up, moments later becoming like a gigantic presence. Unconsciously, Ling Han began to tremble.
