Ten minutes later, Ye Fei, having split the last enemy in two, returned to where he had started and suddenly let out a long, earth-shattering howl.
His voice carried far and wide. If anyone in Wang Hai City with a good memory had heard it, they would surely have been reminded of the sound that had echoed throughout the entire city not long ago.
There was no particular significance to Ye Fei's howl; whenever he transformed into this form, he felt an overwhelming sense of dominance.
If he didn't vent it through such an act, he would feel extremely uncomfortable.
The elite fighters who had witnessed the entire process gathered around Ye Fei, looking at him with eyes full of reverence.
He seemed like a deity descending from the heavens. Someone initiated the chant, and soon everyone was shouting in unison, "God of War! God of War!"
Indeed, at this moment, the only word that could describe Ye Fei's image in their minds was "God of War."