"Meditation!"
The moment he fell to the ground, a word popped into Ye Chenfeng's mind.
Ultimately, he was one move short and couldn't escape.
If he had used Wind Leaves No Trace earlier, Ye Chenfeng was confident he could have escaped.
"The Forbidden God King knew you'd play tricks? This time no matter what, you won't leave here alive!"
In the blink of an eye, the Indian Rakshasa and the people from the South American tribes appeared in front of Ye Chenfeng, surrounding him completely.
"I never expected to fall in this place!"
Ye Chenfeng said helplessly.
At this moment, only one thought lingered in Ye Chenfeng's mind: to beat Ashina Sabi until he couldn't live independently.
This guy definitely had a mouth like a crow. He said that if Ye Chenfeng went out this time, he would face disaster.
This wasn't an ordinary disaster; this was a life-threatening disaster!
"The Forbidden God King killed five hundred people, enough to make you proud. Farewell!"
