Ming Feng's panic did not last long, because just as Lu Ye lunged toward him to kill him, an incomparably powerful aura suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
Ming Feng felt that aura seemed somewhat familiar. Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw Lu Ye's expression change drastically. Lu Ye immediately turned and fled.
Then Ming Feng sensed a powerful attack erupting not far behind him. It had not been aimed at him, but the sweeping aftershock alone made his body stagger and his skin ache, as though a speeding star had grazed him, throwing all the blood and vitality in his body into turmoil.
Brilliant Mystic Light condensed into an enormous fist and struck Lu Ye squarely in the back with lightning speed.
Lu Ye, fleeing into the distance, was sent staggering by the blow, his Body Protection Dao Power instantly scattering.
Before he could gather his protective power again, the second attack arrived, followed by the third, the fourth...
From Ming Feng's perspective, several enormous fists of Mystic Light struck Lu Ye in uninterrupted succession.
As a rain of blood scattered, Ming Feng's eyes suddenly widened!
Lu Ye... was dead!
Right before his eyes, that violent and inexplicable barrage had directly blasted him into powder.
For a moment, Ming Feng was dazed, utterly unable to believe his own eyes.
But he quickly seemed to realize something. Turning toward the source of those violent attacks, his pupils contracted sharply.
There, less than several miles away from him, a figure stood quietly in a punching stance. The figure was tall and imposing, but its face could not be seen because it wore a white mask emblazoned with a red character.
That red character was the wildly dancing "Second"!
Second Saint!
So that was it... Ming Feng felt