"..."
A group of Witch Clan geniuses saw Lin Feng and Qin Busi come out and immediately started shouting, each showing a look of venomous hatred as if only by drinking Lin Feng's blood and eating his flesh could they resolve their internal hatred.
They were geniuses of the Witch Clan, usually smooth sailing, never having suffered such hardships, and they had come to hate Lin Feng to the extreme.
"Let them go!" The middle-aged man with the eight-character beard swept his glance over Lin Feng and Qin Busi and the captives Wu Xian and others in their hands, speaking coldly.
His voice was not loud, but in the ears of Lin Feng and Qin Busi, it was no different from a thunderous explosion.
Ptooey! Ptooey!
Lin Feng and Qin Busi's bodies trembled violently as if struck by lightning, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood.
They only felt an invisible force acting directly on them, so vast as to be unstoppable like rivers and mountains stretching for miles.
