C394 Blood Mist(2)

At this moment, Chen Feng, who was sitting in the middle of a huge altar, finally absorbed all the Ghost Devil Power from the stone pillars.

He let out a long breath and stood up. He patted the dust off his clothes and clenched his fist, producing a series of crackling sounds. An incomparably powerful force was faintly felt in his Dantian, and it was as dark as a huge river