Money Speaks-22

" W-What...? " Ling Fei's eyes widened, pupils dilated, and his mouth falls open in silent awe.

His eyebrows shoot up, furrowing slightly in the middle, giving him a look of both surprise and curiosity.

His hands, which were at his sides, slowly rise as if reaching out to confirm the reality of what he's seeing.

His posture stiffens, shoulders tensing, as if bracing for an unknown impact.

Breath becomes shallow and rapid, chest rising and falling visibly.

His whole body leans forward slightly, frozen in a mix of fascination and disbelief.

" What evil sorcery is this? D-Devil... You are the devil, " Ling Fei roared looking at Bai Lung in eyes of disbelief.

He was teleported somewhere far but now...

He can't believe it, it's impossible.

Only peak powerhouses are capable of using such powers, Ling Fei believed Bai Lung was the devil,