The bright moonlight enveloped the earth like a silver veil.
Ye Feng took a step out of the void and landed on the rooftop of the skyscraper, staring at Pharaoh Danmeng with two cold beams of lightning shooting from his eyes.
"You are Pharaoh Danmeng?"
Before Pharaoh Danmeng could speak, Tian Guanghai jumped out impatiently, pointing at Ye Feng with venomous eyes and cursing him angrily.
"Ye Feng, you wiped out my entire Tian family! I, Tian Guanghai, will never let you live under the same sky!"
puff!
Ye Feng slapped it to death as if it were an ant, the blow even piercing the floorboards and leaving a deep crater with his palm print.
The henchmen beside Tian Guanghai were killed alive by the terrifying shockwave, turning into clouds of blood mist.
Ye Feng was ruthless and decisive in dealing with these scoundrels, never showing them any leniency.
He never even glanced at Tian Guanghai; such an ant was beneath his notice.
He kept his eyes fixed on Pharaoh Danmun, his eyes flashing with cold light.
Pharaoh Danmeng sat cross-legged within the magic circle, motionless, emitting a hoarse, unpleasant laugh, like that of a night owl.
"You must be Ye Feng."
"That's strange. My Nightmare Curse has no effect on you. It seems you must possess some kind of powerful treasure."
"But I think your friends won't be as lucky as you. How about it? Hand over your treasures obediently, and I might spare their lives."
Ye Feng sneered.
"I'm just afraid you won't have the life to take it."
Pharaoh Danmeng shook his withered head and laughed.
"You don't need to worry about that."
"Of course, you can slap me to death, but your friends will be beyond saving, hehe..."
This old guy knew he was no match for Ye Feng, yet he acted as if he was completely fearless.
It seems they have something to rely on.
Ye Feng was furious when he saw the old man grinning with his withered mouth, looking like he deserved a beating. He transformed his spiritual energy into a large palm print and slapped it towards Pharaoh Danmeng.
"Old man, do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"
Pharaoh Danmeng brandished his black scepter and smashed it down on Ye Feng. The strange runes on the scepter flashed red light, like a hurricane blowing from ancient Egypt, enough to scrape the skin off an ordinary person.
Ye Feng shattered the black scepter with a single palm strike, sending fragments scattering everywhere.
Pharaoh Danmon was also blasted away, like a kite with a broken string, half of his head was deformed.
This old guy's cultivation level wasn't high; he was only a fifth-grade Martial King.
He relies on bizarre and evil curses, which can destroy a city at best, and bring down a country at worst.
Even martial arts masters are reluctant to provoke these people.
Ye Feng grabbed him by the neck with one hand and lifted him up, his eyes burning with fury.
"You old codger, you've harmed so many innocent civilians in Haidong, you deserve to die."
"Cough cough, you can't kill me, I..."
Click!
Ye Feng snapped his neck.
However, the other person's body suddenly turned into quicksand and slipped through Ye Feng's fingers.
The night wind howled past, blowing everything away completely.
Ye Feng was taken aback, his eyes filled with seriousness.
It was just a clone; no wonder it dared to be so fearless.
If the true form of the other party cannot be found, the Nightmare of Hell curse cannot be lifted.
This might be a trick that Pharaoh Danmon deliberately kept hidden.
Ye Feng doesn't have much time left. He must find and kill Pharaoh Danmeng as soon as possible to save the lives of more than 20 million people in Haidong.
Suddenly.
The space around him distorted and fluctuated, and a spatial portal appeared.
A familiar figure stepped out from inside; it was Ye Feng's second master.
This old guy teleported everyone else away without a trace, but at least he managed to teleport himself here accurately.
Ye Feng seriously suspected that the old guy was deliberately messing with him.
“You brat, I know what you’re going to ask, but now is not the time to talk about that. I’ve already found the location of Pharaoh Danmeng’s true body.”
"Come on, hurry up and come with me."
Without saying a word, he grabbed Ye Feng and pulled him into the spatial portal.
The space in front of me became bizarre and fantastical, with the scenery constantly changing.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ye Feng said indignantly.
"Second Master, can I still trust you?"
"Your mastery of array formations is becoming more and more profound. Last time you teleported me to Japan, and this time you've teleported me to the Himalayas."
"Next time, I wouldn't even try if you paid me. By the way, where did you teleport Fatty and the old weasel?"
The second master felt a pang of guilt and forced a dry laugh.
"I guess the two of them are probably in Haidong. Don't worry, they definitely won't go far. You have to trust your master."
Deep in the Sahara Desert.
A portal appeared in mid-air.
Smack!
An old weasel tumbled out in a sorry state, falling headfirst into the dirt.
The old weasel felt dizzy and disoriented. Looking up at the endless yellow sand, a series of question marks floated above its head.
who I am?
Where am I?
Not far away, half of a stone tablet was buried by wind and sand.
The old weasel quickly ran over and started digging with its paws, soon unearthing the stone tablet.
There are a few words engraved on it, which are severely eroded by wind and sand, but can still be vaguely discerned.
The Sahara Desert!
The old weasel was dumbfounded, and then its snow-white whiskers bristled with anger.
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