C842

At this time, in the Desolate Lands, Jiang Feng had already flown for thousands of kilometers with Yun Tai and the old man of desolation.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the terrifying death aura in the air.

Jiang Feng cut a strand of white hair off Yun Tai's head and threw it out a distance of three hundred meters. That strand of white hair immediately turned into nothingness