Feng Yiran's Turn

"Feng Wu, how dare you?! How dare you do that?!" Feng Yiran stared at Feng Wu, wishing that he could kill her and drain her blood.

The other people looked at Feng Wu as well.

They had yet to recover from the shock.

Feng Wu looked at Feng Yiran and smiled. "You're next."

"Ahhh —"

Sefiro shrieked.

Feng Wu was so terrifying!

Standing there with the lower hem of her dress flapping in the wind, she looked like a nonchalant goddess who thought everyone else here were mere ants.

Sefiro, Ranmil, the second prince, and Master Jue were all ants to her.

Right now, Feng Wu was such an awe-inspiring and terrifying person!

Feng Yiran was dumbfounded.

The four ghost generals charged at him at lightning speed, giving him no time to react.

The next second, they had picked Feng Yiran up like picking up a chicken.