C267 Boiling

To be honest, not many people could be considered devils by Chen Feng.

This white-clothed Immortal could be considered one of them.

Chen Feng lay in the ruins like a broken and worn out car. Looking at the sunset and clouds in the sky, he gradually drifted away.

His eyes were just that silent.

In the end, the white-clothed Immortal still didn't kill Chen Feng.

He only spoke a few words