"Surprisingly, such a terrifying force has been secretly developed?"

"The key is that I, Truman, don't realize it?"

Tang Xian's face was full of shock, he just felt that Ye Fan was too scary, it made one's scalp tingle!

Down in New York City.

The roar of the mountains and tsunami is full of ears.

Thousands of people knelt together.

The deafening sound was like a rolling thunder, impacting the entire world.

Seeing such a majestic and magnificent scene, the hundreds of people in Truman were already frightened.

While looking ahead in fear, he subconsciously stepped back.

"Elder, what should we do now?"

"Do you want to fight with them?" The subordinates asked Tang Xian again.

In the past, these powerful Trumans who had always been arrogant and domineering in the past, felt fear and retreated in their hearts when they faced another force for the first time.

Tang Xian was undoubtedly also silent.

Although, the strongest fighter on the opposite side is only in the realm of a master.

He is a titled master, so he is naturally not afraid of anyone on the other side.

However, no matter how much Tang Xian entrusted him, he would definitely not dare to use his own strength to fight against the thousand warriors facing him.

He's not Ye Fan, Tang Xian knows he doesn't have the ability.

What's more, although Ye Fan was seriously injured and lost all his skills, his physical strength was still terrifyingly strong.

If Ye Fan punched him suddenly during a fight, then Tang Xian might fall.

Centipedes are dead but not stiff.

Ye Fan's horror, even now, has put Tang Xian under tremendous psychological pressure.

After weighing the pros and cons, Tang Xian finally chose to take the best policy.

At this time, Ye Fan was very powerful, and Tang Xian couldn't afford to take risks in this situation.

The most sensible move is to return to the Trumen and report to the old master Chu Yuan. Then gather superior forces and wipe out Ye Fan and the others.

However, just when Tang Xian was about to order a strategic retreat.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble.

The entire block felt as if an earthquake had occurred, the sand, gravel and rubble rose and fell, and the door and window glass made that harsh swaying sound.

In the depths of the dark night in the distance, there are even more low-pitched torrents, rolling in from far to near, like a torrential river.

"This this..."

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