Even Ye Fu Sheng did not show any pity anymore, his breath leaking out. With a simple and decisive punch, he struck out.,Ye Fusheng trembled as he spoke, the purple and gold aura surrounding his body rapidly expanding outward. It was like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves; wherever it passed, demonic energy was scattered, and Jiang Caimudi was blown away for the third time.,With another wave of his hand, Ye Fusheng's barrier, which had been shimmering with colorful light, instantly turned pitch black, completely isolating the inside and outside. This place seemed like a world unto itself.。