The air was eerily quiet.
Wang Xinghuai's expression froze, his breath held, his face turned crimson red, his throat wanted to speak, but for a moment, his voice seemed to be stuck.
Wang Xinghuai's chest was heaving dramatically, unable to calm his emotions, he felt the blood in his body boiling, and because he couldn't control his emotions, some spiritual energy began to leak out of his body.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
"Bang! Bang!"
Cracks appeared on the stone brick beneath Wang Xinghuai's feet, and then the heavy stone brick quickly shattered, with him standing directly amidst two depressions. The look in his eyes toward Ye Chenfeng was full of intense fervor, his body trembling uncontrollably, although Ye Chenfeng wore a mask, he was sure Ye Chenfeng was indeed quite young.
