Piercing screams and eerie howls filled everyone's ears.
The man's arm they grappled was fast corroding.
In fact, Lin Mu had already retracted his hand, otherwise all that would be left of this man's arm now would be a single bone.
Lin Mu, with the Heavy Sword on his back, had already moved beside Lian Qing, standing tall in front of her, his eyes devoid of emotion as he looked at the four men across from them.
The man with the burned arm had just pointed a finger and hadn't yet spit out the curse.
"Ah———-"
Yet another wail, even more agonizing than before, rang out.
Lin Mu certainly didn't indulge the people opposite; as soon as he saw the finger extended, she immediately reached out her own hand and, with forceful strength, snapped the man's finger.
Some people just need to be taught a painful lesson.
"Beat them to death! Beat them to death!"
The man with the broken finger kept shouting, but the three men beside him didn't move an inch, as their Young Master had arrived.
