Yu Canghai felt a chill run down his spine, and his eyes were filled with solemnity and apprehension as he looked at Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng, you are indeed powerful enough."
"However, there are always mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people. You are destined to die here today."
After saying that, he stepped aside.
Behind them, the poisonous miasma churned and surged, and a strange bell-like sound emanated from within.
The sound was like the soft chanting of ghosts and gods.
Upon hearing the bell, Hu Qingniu and the others all felt dizzy, as if their souls were about to leave their bodies.
Ye Feng snorted coldly, and his powerful mental energy swept across the surroundings, instantly breaking the interference of the sound waves.
Hu Qingniu and the others then regained their senses and looked at Ye Feng with gratitude.
If it weren't for Ye Feng, all of them would have been caught in the trap.
Who could possibly possess such terrifying and bizarre methods?
Hu Qingniu and the others looked at the swirling poisonous miasma, and a figure slowly walked out from within it.
This is a withered old man, wearing a fire dragon Taoist robe, holding a tattered soul-summoning banner in one of his withered hands.
The pale white banner looked tattered and worn, like a rag, with various strange runes painted on its surface.
The other withered large hand held a soul-capturing bell.
The sound that everyone just heard was coming from this Soul-Capturing Bell.
"I am Kongyou Daoist of the Maoshan Corpse-Driving Sect!"
“Ye Feng, you brat, I’ve come here today specifically for you.”
"You are no match for me. If you know what's good for you, surrender now and you'll avoid physical suffering."
Nearby, Hu Qingniu and the others showed expressions of horror upon hearing the name "Kongyou Daoist," and took several steps back...
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