Upon listening to King Huan Ye Ming's words, Yang Chen wasn't sure what his purpose was.
Naturally, he wouldn't easily believe the words of the Netherworld Ghosts, and calmly said, "King Huan Ye Ming, you mean that I should trade with a Netherworld ghost? Do you really think I'll trust you?"
King Huan Ye Ming laughed heartily, "Yang Chen, you should figure it out. As we fight now, neither of us can do anything to the other. This kind of fight is meaningless. Besides, don't tell me you don't want to save those six missing people from Heavenly Melody Mountain."
Hearing this, Yang Chen's expression gradually became serious.
"Are those six people in your hands?" Yang Chen asked coldly.
King Huan Ye Ming, with his hands behind his back, smiled calmly, "What do you think? Yang Chen, for those six people, if I want them to live, they will live; if I want them to die, they will die immediately. I think you can't bear to let your six companions die."
Yang Chen hesitated.
