C691 The Source of the Disaster

"Cough cough..."

After slowly spitting out a mouthful of blood, Xu Feng stabilized his injuries. Slowly walking in front of Meng Biao, looking down from above, he coldly looked at Meng Biao. He said, "Speak. Who are you? Don't speak. Then there is still death!"

"Hmph!"

Meng Biao coldly snorted, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. In the next moment