Ye Feng looked at the ancient demonic elephant that was about to hit him and spoke slowly.
"Are you giving up resistance and preparing to accept death?"
The clan elder gave a sarcastic sneer.
"Not really."
Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light: "What I mean is that I have to use some trump cards."
Clang!
Almost at the next moment, Ye Feng pulled out the long sword he was carrying.
Then he muttered softly: "This sword is a sword style that I have only recently mastered. I just want to use you two immortals to test its power. This sword is called...The Sorrow of the Gods..."
Chapter completed!