C802 Things Are Getting out of Hand

Yang Fann's figure slowly descended from the sky. With every step he took, the flames on his body dissipated. When his figure landed, it had already returned to its natural state.

Silence!

Dead silence.

At this moment, no one dared to speak. It was as if Foshan had become Yang Fann's home ground. As long as he was here, no one had the right to speak