At least many people's faces turned pale.
Because Hong Yi, who was standing alive just a moment ago, had turned into a pile of rotten flesh in the blink of an eye.
And Xue An didn't even raise a hand.
The powerful strength represented by this was enough to intimidate many people.
But the Holy Maiden of the Execution God Temple, who had been watching the whole process from the depths of the void, suddenly laughed.
The smile contained some comfort and joy, but more than that... it was expectation.
At the same time.
Xue An once again raised his eyes to the void and said lightly, "What's this? Have you all enjoyed watching such a good show for free and yet are still not planning to show yourselves?"
"Or do I have to call each of you out by name?"
Xue An's voice was as sharp as ice.
And as soon as his voice fell, the void began to tremble, and one by one, figures began to emerge.
Each face was so pale.
The crowd watching was also silently astonished.
