“Ye Fan, you said before that my brother Nanhai’s giant array cannot change the outcome of the earth. You look down on brother Nanhai.”
“What now?”
“No matter how powerful you Ye Fan is, you still won’t be defeated by my brother Nanhai’s giant formation!”
“Moreover, this is just the fusion of eighteen strong men.”
“In the future, when the giant formation is more complete, hundreds of people can be fused, and thousands of people can be fused. By then, you will be even more vulnerable!”
Jiang Yuqing felt so relieved.
It felt like he had defeated Mark.
“Brother Ye Fan, are you okay?”
While everyone around the world was celebrating the victory of the Giant Formation, at the foot of Yanshan Mountain, only Xu Lei ran over worriedly, asking about Ye Fan’s injury with red eyes.
Ye Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: “It’s okay, Lei’er, let’s go.”
Ye Fan smiled softly, then took Xu Lei and left silently.
At this time, everyone’s attention was on the giant and Zhang Nanhai.
As for Ye Fan, as a has-been and a loser, naturally no one pays attention to him.
Soon, the giant disappeared.
The eighteen titled strong men regained their true appearance.
After defeating Ye Fan, Juggernaut wanted to talk to Ye Fan for a few words.
But when he looked up, he found that the thin figure had left silently.
There is no one to see you off, and it is desolate and desolate, just like a withered tree.
“Sword Master, what are you looking at?”
“We should be happy that we defeated Chu Tianfan for the first time in so many years.”
The King of Fighters came over and patted the Sword Master on the shoulder.
The sword master didn’t speak, just looked into the distance.
The King of Fighters also looked over and saw Ye Fan’s lonely back.
The smile on his face disappeared, and there was an inexplicable sadness in his heart.