C393 The Contest of Soul Fire

"Are you here?" Leng Feng straightened his back, as if he wanted to save some energy. He did not open his eyes, but used the Spiritual Strength to observe the figure in front of him.

As expected, this person was Zhao Yihun.

He saw that his face was pale, his clothes were ragged, and his body was covered with blood. His eyes were filled with hatred. He lightly tapped on the surface of the water