Although Songyang was howling fiercely outside, Ye Fan was not in a hurry!
The instant he observed, Ye Fan had figured out that this Songyang had an extremely agile movement technique.
Even if two Martial Emperor experts joined hands, they might not be able to injure Songyang immediately.
Boom! Boom!
The two Martial Emperor experts swung their battle sabers toward the spot where Songyang stood, instantly creating two giant pits on the ground, each thirty feet long!
"Cough cough!"
As the dust settled, Songyang coughed violently, scrambling towards Ye Fan's location in a rather disheveled manner, "Young Master Ye, you can't just stand by and watch me die, that would be terribly inconsiderate!"
At this moment, Songyang's head was full of weeds, his face stained with grey dust and white patches, his energy chaotic, a stark contrast to his previously calm demeanor.