Seeing Mo Lin unwilling to leave, Zhang Yuan snorted coldly.
"Kid, you're not planning to leave?"
As Zhang Yuan's voice fell, the crowd behind him stood up, dozens of people staring at Mo Lin.
Mo Lin raised his right hand, and the Netherworld's Nether Fire instantly appeared.
The pitch-black flames reflected in front of Mo Lin, "Make a path for me, let me go to the East District."
Mo Lin said coldly.
"I said, no special pass..." Zhang Yuan was still trying to block Mo Lin.
The next moment, the Netherworld's Nether Fire lunged at Zhang Yuan like a poisonous snake.
Zhang Yuan swung his hand to perform Daoist Skill and tried to resist, but unfortunately, his strength was too weak, and in less than a few breaths, he was instantly devoured by the flames, leaving only white ashes.
The surrounding crowd, who were about to take action, was so frightened that they kept retreating.
Instinctively making a path.
At this moment, a figure was watching Mo Lin from the shadows.
