Yun You stepped forward, standing beside Jiang Wuji.
"Besides, weren't you already prepared to harm Mokaka? Since you have the intention to kill, you should also be ready to be killed, right?"
Tian En also walked onto the stage, his eyes seemingly ablaze.
"You may not have killed anyone personally, but daring to strike Mokaka-sama is an indisputable capital offense."
Chen Zaikun and Old Jin didn't speak; they never loved to add to slaughter, but at this moment, they indeed felt that this guy deserved to die.
"No... no... I..."
The middle-aged Main Combatant gaped wide-eyed, continually retreating, yet found nowhere to back up. His body soon pressed against the barrier at the edge of the ring, unable to escape this damnable ghostly place no matter how he retreated.
His heartbeat quickened incessantly, cold sweat pouring down like rain.
But just as his mindset teetered on collapse.
A voice, untraceable and sudden, appeared by his ear.
"Why panic? Just do as I say."
