Upon witnessing such terrifying methods and attacks, many people in the audience couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh. They feared that this time, Chen Fei, no matter how astonishing his techniques were, would be unable to turn the tide. He might even pay a terrible price.
The cold tide, like a great storm, surged across the sky toward him like an icy grim reaper, causing even Chen Fei to involuntarily narrow his eyes. However, no trace of panic appeared on his face. On the contrary, his pitch-black eyes, as clear as glass, began to steam with an intimidating and almost frenzied fighting spirit.
Now this is getting interesting… His lips suddenly curled into a defiant smirk, causing Yan Zhen's pupils to shrink as a wave of anxiety washed over him.
The unease drove Yan Zhen to the edge. With a ferocious look, he snarled, "Don't you fucking play tricks on me! Do you think you can still turn the tables at this point? Stop having such ridiculous daydreams!"
