On the thirty-third step of the staircase, the three clans together had more than twenty elders. What they could do was not even as much as a handful!
In such a situation, who could link Ye Fengsheng's mind control techniques with Ye Zhi?
The fierce wind made Ye Fengsheng's clothes sound like hunting cries, but the frail young man was indifferent. As he rose into the air, he finally saw the Luan bird with the red line ahead.
The power had reached its peak, and the aura of his body flowed like a river. If you did this, the aura could descend 3000 feet in a second. Why fear something ordinary?
The Phoenix is the God of the World. It wears a magnificent crown on its head, with a hundred eyes growing on its feathers. It is the king of birds. Everything touched by its eyes becomes a servant under its skirts!
Though the Phoenix is not here, it makes no difference! Now, although it is frozen, it cannot withstand being treated as an equal by Ye Fengsheng.
