As soon as this stream of blood appeared, Ye Feng's complexion suddenly changed. He raised his head in shock, looking at the mountain-like destruction unfolding completely, and his face turned utterly pale.
He was well aware that if he were even a fraction of a breath slower just now, the impact he would have suffered would be catastrophic.
Under such an impact, perhaps he might have directly died. That's also possible.
Luckily, none of this occurred.
Fortunately, he successfully walked out from there.
He took a deep breath, glanced at the destruction site of the Divine Demon Relics, then turned around.
Just as he turned around, he was met with countless gazes from all around. In these eyes, there were shock and fear, as well as disbelief.
Every cultivator around was looking at Ye Feng with eyes full of shock. When all these gazes fell upon Ye Feng, it made him somewhat restrain himself.
