Yang Fei glanced at Li Yuanhe and sneered sarcastically.
"Stop shouting, your people are finished."
As he spoke, he gently clapped his hands, the crisp sound echoed out.
Suddenly, the lights blazed brightly, dazzling lights beamed from near and far.
The lights were piercing, forcing Li Yuanhe to shut his eyes momentarily.
As he adjusted to the brilliant lights, he was suddenly startled, frozen like a wooden chicken.
On both sides of the passage in front of the conference hall were rows of neatly arranged green trees.
At this moment, all the trees were hung with people, everyone's nose bruised and swollen, unconscious.
Li Yuanhe saw it very clearly, those knocked out and hung up were all elite from Facing Heaven Gate.
They were subdued silently, and hung on the tree right under his nose.
What a terrifying method!
Li Yuanhe's gaze was vacant, shocked beyond measure.
If it wasn't overwhelming power disparity, how could the opponent silently neutralize his elite?
