A figure appeared out of thin air.
Standing beneath the Crystal Ancient Tree, his form tall and straight, his face handsome, it was Ye Feng.
"Of course I'm not dead."
Ye Feng said calmly.
Not only was he not dead, Qingyuan Ancient Saint, Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, and Elder Wu Jian weren't dead either.
What they had shown before were all false bodies.
Although they were shattered by Yi Feixiang, because their true bodies were always in the Misty Boundary, they were essentially unharmed. However, the several dozens of cultivators from the Tianlan Forbidden Land had indeed died.
Ye Feng didn't know them.
And besides, as they were from different worlds, he had no obligation to save these people.
"Your means are indeed formidable!"
Seeing the calm expression on Ye Feng's face, Yi Feixiang felt a bit pressured, "But, even with your abilities, you alone cannot deal with me."
As soon as the words were spoken, Yi Feixiang abruptly made his move.
"Furious Domain!"
