"This little bastard is too strong!"

"I never expected him to be this strong!"

"Give me a hand!" the ghost cried out as it fled.

The Demon Protector ignored Wei Fenglei and the others, and rushed straight back.

Wei Fenglei and the dozen or so martial artists looked like they had just escaped from the gates of hell.

Even worse, one person almost wet their pants!

What are you standing there for?

"Run! Damn it!" Wei Fenglei cursed angrily.

He had never been so disheveled in his entire life.

Only after everyone around him had fled a considerable distance did he dare to turn around and observe the situation in the distance.

"Ghostly Guardian, you've lived for thousands of years, and you can't even handle a mere brat?" Demonic Guardian frowned.

Ye Feng has grown a lot, but no matter what, he is only at the Separation and Union Realm.

In terms of skill level, Ye Feng was seven or eight stages behind them.

The demon sneered.

But the next second, the smile on his face came to an abrupt end!

Boom! A gust of wind from a fist struck, and the Ghost Guardian stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

A large, bloody hole appeared in his chest.

A hand pierced his chest from behind, the night wind gently squeezing it.

With a bang, the Night Wind crushed the heart of the Ghost Guardian!

"Night...night wind!"

"You!" The Ghost Guardian turned around, staring at Ye Feng's eyes with a look of horror on his face.

"Tell me everything you know, or you're dead!" Night Wind grabbed the Ghost Guardian by the neck and lifted him up.

"Hahaha!"

"Even if I tell you everything, what can you do with it?"

"You will never find your mother; she is imprisoned in a place only we know about!"

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of the Ghost Guardian's mouth. Even though the night wind had crushed his heart, he did not die immediately.