At this moment, the fighting spirit erupting from Yuan Zhankong's body was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.
He is holding a heavy black iron stick, full of murderous intent and boundless domineering, as if he can smash thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and crush the Lingxiao Palace with a single blow.
A whole body of qi and blood has condensed into substance, surging out from the top of the head and penetrating the sky, as if to hold up the heaven and earth. Even the most violent wind cannot disperse this qi and blood.
Such a strange sight, it can be said that he was seriously injured, and his skin was not even broken?
This powerful physical defense is too abnormal!
Even the Turtle Clan and Rhino Clan, which are famous for their defense, are far behind.
For a moment, the way everyone looked at Ye Fan changed drastically again.
Since the battle, Ye Fan has shown shocking methods against the geniuses of the three demon clans.
The power to instantly kill Crocodile Tongtian!
A speed that crushes Peng Wuji!
And an impregnable physical body!
Such an existence is simply 360 degrees with no blind spots, and no shortcomings or flaws can be found.
For the enemy, it is even more of a nightmare!
Yuan Zhankong held a black iron heavy stick and stood there blankly, his eyes dim, and his confidence seemed to have been hit hard.
Everything he was proud of seemed vulnerable in front of Mark.
At this moment, Ye Fan raised his head, looked at the ape Zhankong a hundred meters away, and asked: Why is this proud young man of the ape clan not enough to eat with so little strength?