"Not necessarily."
Gao Moxiong said confidently.
Wu Chi's performance was his biggest source of confidence. Lin Yi might look calm on the surface, but as long as Kong Shenglin died, his defenses would collapse instantly.
Killing the chicken to warn the monkeys was used in this way.
Of course, when that time came, the price for appeasement might not be so generous.
At this moment, Gu Jiumu had obviously increased his strength. The barrier in front of him was forcibly twisted into a strange fried dough twist.
Under normal circumstances, any spatial barrier that was distorted to such a state would definitely have been broken. At the very least, cracks would have appeared.
However, he didn't.
This barrier that the old man of the Dali Dynasty had specially chosen was actually unable to be penetrated by Gu Jiumu's fixed-point penetration method!
This meant that no one could stop the public execution process.
"Rest in peace."
