C2227 The Boiling Southcastle

Ye Feng was a little surprised.

He wanted to ask someone about it, but with a loud rumble, the sound of thunder and the sound of rain became even louder.

The people who were holding umbrellas on the street could no longer hold on. The corrosive rain could completely soak an umbrella in an incense's time.

At this time, the spearhead was naturally pointed at Ye Feng.

"It's all his fault