The bald man's voice turned into a hoarse roar out of anger, echoing in the forest for a long time, but the only response he received was the howling of various wild beasts.
Zuo Feng stood playfully on top of a large tree, naturally relaxed, leaning against the trunk quite comfortably. The bald man's near-mad state inevitably brought a burst of satisfaction to his heart.
'You high-level martial artists have the nerve to wreak such havoc on a small mountain village, and now that it's your turn to face disaster, you're losing it. Serves you right, and if I had a more painful way to make you die, I wouldn't hesitate to use it,' thought Zuo Feng, his eyes cold as he stared at the distant battlefield, filled with hatred and disdain.
