"Lone Wolf!" Feng Yun's pupils constricted, while his heart thumped as only that pair of purplish-black hands were left in his line of sight! It was as if that pair of huge hands was sewed together from countless corpses—they were filled with blood, raw flesh, and bones, which even gave off a disgusting smell that incited one to vomit. Just being next to it made one feel extremely uncomfortable.
Feng Yun was a person at the top of the Rankings Board, and his guild even focused their resources on training him after he had obtained Artherga. After the battle at Atlas Peak, he had also learned not to underestimate his enemies, so naturally, he was unwilling to be grabbed by Lin Jie like that.
He had activated Death Grip for himself and become immune to the Death Grip effect. He then shouted loudly. "Leader Lone Wolf, I have no intention to show you any disrespect. I am only here to negotiate with you as Twilight Transmigration's representative."
