Diwu Weiguang
編輯: Henyee Translations
Even Luo Xiaobai was inexplicably envious of Han Fei's current encounter.
Their mental reaction exceeded the speed of Han Fei's body, which was unexpected. Was Han Fei's body weak? Was he slow?
No!
Everyone knew that Han Fei wasn't slow!
It could be seen from the battles with the various geniuses. In fact, under certain limits, Han Fei could match Ye Baiyu's inhuman speed.
Luo Xiaobai said, "Shall you practice a little to get used to it? We don't know what will happen when we get out."
Han Fei shook his head. "No, I'm just a little unaccustomed to it, but it doesn't affect my combat ability."
Han Fei looked back and found that the shattered demon plants on the three mountains were connected by threads in the void as if they were slowly recovering.
As for the Hydra Grass, half of its head had already grown out.