Lin Mu remained seated, sipping his tea.
The Gu Luo Saint Lord, Lamp-Yang Primary, and all the top officials of the Gu Yuan Ancient Land were kneeling at his feet.
Even the dignified Tribulation-Crossing Ancestors had no dignity before Lin Mu.
"Speak, why did you use Tribulation Thunder Thoughts to spy on me?"
Lin Mu spoke calmly.
Gu Luo Saint Lord's body stiffened, his face ashen, unwilling to answer Lin Wudi's question.
Without Lin Mu having to speak, a sharp gleam flashed in Hu Sanniang's eyes.
The next moment, pink demonic energy infiltrated every inch of Gu Luo Saint Lord's skin like maggots on a bone.
"Aaah..."
Despite his cultivation level of Fourth Tribulation Thunder, Gu Luo Saint Lord couldn't bear the pain and screamed.
Led by Lamp-Yang, the major officials screamed continuously, as if plunged into Hell.
Hu Sanniang laughed charmingly, "Your senses are linked now, so each person's pain is the collective pain of everyone."
