Chapter 2987

An enormous momentum crushed all the buildings around him. A moment later, a large and pitch-black figure appeared before Zhao Feng. He was wearing a black robe and resided in a cloud of dark and sinister mist. His eyes, which seemed to lead to the underworld, were glaring at Zhao Feng.
When Ancient God Nether Spring set eyes on Zhao Feng, his face became abnormally savage and dreadful. Anger, excitement, and resentment all showed themselves on his face.
“Rank Nine Samsara God Eye descendant?” Zhao Feng indifferently gazed at Ancient God Nether Spring.