At this moment, Mo Liancheng's wrists were tightly bound by a rope, with fresh blood sliding down from his wrists. The rope looped around a tree branch where the Demon Emperor stood, and the other end was held by Su Qinghai on the ground.
Mo Yifeng's life hung by a thread!
What to do?! The situation was extremely unfavorable for them.
His life and death were at the whim of the Demon Emperor.
Qu Tan'er looked at Mo Liancheng with shock, noticing a slight fluctuation on his handsome face which quickly turned calm. Yes, at this moment, they couldn't panic, nor could they afford to become disarrayed.
What did the Demon Emperor mean? What did he want?
The air grew heavy and oppressive.
Then, slowly, Mo Yifeng, with great effort, lifted his head, his face marked with several wounds, the bloodstains already dried. His voice was hoarse and deep as he cursed, "What are you doing here... Get out! All of you, get the hell out of here!"
"..." Mo Liancheng clenched his fists.
