The land of yellow sand.
Wei Lang stood in the open field with a bitter expression, while the two guards beside him lay on the ground spitting blood.
And in front of them stood Zhong Lin and the other two.
"Kid, you ran pretty fast, keep running!"
Bian Yingjie clenched his fists, the joints crackling, matching his slightly mocking expression, he looked every bit the villain.
Of course, it wouldn't be wrong to call him a villain.
Zhong Lin and Chi Zhonglin slightly leaned to either side, preventing another escape attempt.
The three formed a triangular stance, vaguely encircling Wei Lang.
Wei Lang, with only Yin Yang Realm Gang Cultivation, had no chance of escaping against these three masters.
"Brother Zhong, do you really want to push me to the brink?" Wei Lang said bitterly.
Zhong Lin answered with a smile, "Not necessarily to the brink, but it depends on your performance, Brother Wei. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
