C3967 Lowly Betrayers

A huge palm reached down from the sky, covering the sun as if it was the end of the world. Ye Feng was lying in the ravine, barely breathing. He didn't have the strength to dodge, but his eyes were still unyielding and cold as he watched.

"The aura of the Ancestral Ling..."

At this critical moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Ye Feng's sea of consciousness.

This voice was ancient