C1765 The Tables Have Turned

Ye Feng held the silver lance of agaric gall in his hand and walked towards Feng Wuchen step by step, looking at the powerful Ye Feng.

Feng Wuchen's facial expression was incomparably ugly. Under Ye Feng's powerful attack, he had already been injured.

If this battle continued, Feng Wuchen knew that he would definitely be at a disadvantage. Therefore, when Ye Feng approached him