"Little fellow, you sure know how to talk. Because you called me 'sir,' I won't bother you today."
A masked figure in a black coat appeared on the rock, who knows when.
"S-sir..."
This group of herb collectors all began to tremble, kneeling on the ground.
"To those who respect us, we are merciful. To those who defame us, we are cruel."
The malevolent masked figure gave a chilling smile and uttered a cold sentence.
"Ah..."
As his words fell, Brother Ming let out a miserable scream, clutching his head in agony.
"Sir, please spare him!"
Seeing Brother Ming's pitiful state, two people couldn't bear it and pleaded aloud.
"Oh, seems like you can't take it. In that case, you can join him."
With that, the malevolent masked figure extended his fingers, and two green rays quickly flew into the two bodies.
"Ah..."
Immediately, beneath this border marker, the heartrending cries of three wretched individuals continued incessantly, incredibly terrifying.
