Within the Evil Extermination Bureau, people were coming and going, filled with a solemn atmosphere.
At this moment, a cold wind blew past, causing the small tree, which only had a few strands of dry yellow leaves left, to sway lightly. The last few leaves fell from the tree trunk, swirling down to the ground along with the cold wind.
Accompanied by the blowing cold wind, a chilling aura gradually emanated from the middle-aged man, enveloping the entire courtyard.
Yang Tian smiled coldly at Qin An, with eyes radiating an icy killing intent.
As he finished speaking, the surrounding Tong Daoshuais collectively stepped back, their gazes at Qin An filled with a hint of schadenfreude.
The man in front named Yang Tian was the Silver Dao Marshal, Zhao Yang's superior.
Having dealt with Zhao Yang, now came Yang Tian.
They all knew Qin An probably wouldn't escape this time.
