"As expected of the Angel God, those fellows were never a match for her. Serves them right! She should kill every last one of them... Wait! What's going on? Why is that fellow in the strange mask unharmed?"
"Golden Crocodile, watch out!"
"Golden Crocodile, watch out!"
"Waaah!"
A terrifying surge of pressure blasted Golden Crocodile Douluo away as he watched, utterly absorbed. The others reacted at the crucial moment and escaped unharmed.
"What tremendous pressure! It seems even stronger than the Angel God's..."
Qian Daoliu gazed at the young figure in the distance, ribbons of energy rippling incessantly around him. His expression grew grave, and fear actually crept into his eyes.
He was beginning to regret provoking Ling Feng.
However, there was no medicine for regret now. All Qian Daoliu could hope for was that the Angel God Spirit would defeat Ling Feng. That would be the best outcome for both Spirit Hall and himself.
Otherwise, with someone like this setting his sights on Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu would know no peace, whether eating or sleeping.
Back at the battlefield.
At that moment, the Angel God Spirit stared at Ling Feng in disbelief. His aura isn't unstable at all. He hasn't forcibly raised his strength with a secret technique. He really has reached the level of a First-Level God. But why does he give me such a dangerous feeling? Could he be stronger than me...?
The Angel God Spirit immediately cut off that thought, shaking her head repeatedly in her mind. Impossible. I can't be weaker than him. Impossible!
Yet no matter how unwilling the Angel God Spirit was to admit it, Ling Feng's strength was plain to see.
Facing the Angel God Spirit, however, Ling Feng displayed neither sorrow nor joy. To her, that indifferent expression was nothing short