C180 The Mysterious Black Impermanence

In the blink of an eye, more than ten people around Ye Feng were lying on the ground, their blood flowing all over the ground.

Ke Ran also retreated to his back, holding a three-finger soft weapon in her hand. The weapon was already covered in blood.

Fifty meters to his left, a black shadow shuttled through the crowd.

Every time the black shadow stopped, a Nether Hall disciple would fall