Finally, Old Mo threw out the last few big eyeballs he held in his hand.
The only source of light shifted, following the trajectory of the thrown big eyeballs, as if a signal flare was cast into the abyss of a pitch-black well...
[Howl——]
[Howl——]
In the darkness, countless figures began to pounce towards Old Mo and Lin Yi.
"Huff——" It seemed as if Lin Yi's eyes were climbing with a layer of blood-light, his body slightly arched, with a sky blue aura hovering on his skin like tangible armor, a frantic killing intent that wanted to tear everything apart wildly spread from the depths of his heart.
And at this moment, Old Mo's voice, as cold as the arctic ice, abruptly rang out in his ears: "Kid, don't resist!"
If it had been just about not resisting, Lin Yi might have hesitated, but the term "kid" indicated to him that it was definitely Old Mo speaking to him.
