A cross-shaped lightning bolt flashed, and pitch-black flames erupted from Yuan Xinglie's body. In the blink of an eye, he was burned to ashes.
Witnessing this from a distance, Luo Feng couldn't help but gasp. Just moments ago, Yuan Xinglie had held the upper hand, yet in a mere instant, he was reduced to nothing but cinders.
The Demon Eye Clan of the West Desert...
Coming back to his senses, Luo Feng recalled Yuan Xinglie's last words, his brow furrowing slightly. This was the first time he had ever heard of the Demon Eye Clan, and judging by Yuan Xinglie's expression, they were clearly a source of immense fear.
WHOOSH!
Executing the Teng Dragon's Step, Luo Feng tore through the air, his figure shooting forth. In an instant, he landed near Yingkui and cupped his fists. "Thank you for..."
Halfway through his sentence, Luo Feng abruptly stopped, his eyes wide with astonishment.
