The sound of a torn shirt rang out, and suddenly, three shadows appeared in the emptiness across the way.
The leader was Wu Yunshan, the person in charge of this experience. Beside him were two young men, glaring fiercely at the arrogant Cangsheng, Zhou full of murderous intent.
"Let him go, or you'll die miserably!" Wu Yunshan, with long eyes, said coldly. His foot hung in the air like a supreme deity, looking down proudly at the fallen proud sky.
"Let him go. Can you let us leave?" One hand was placed on the throat of Song, while the other hand tightly gripped the Blue Dragon Spear. In Lie Huo's eyes, he fiercely glared at the path of Wu Yunshan.
"No!" Wu Yunshan's face was grim, his thin and bony body stood still like a walking corpse.
"Heh, heh!" He sneezed while sitting there, sarcastically saying, "Since they're all dead, why should I let him go?"
