"It's nothing," Lin Yi shook his head faintly and narrowed his eyes."If you have any last words, senior brother Meng can stay. Although you and I are not on the same side, we are still fellow brothers. I can still help you with this small matter."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Meng jueguang felt guilty. Even if he had Lin Yi's weakness in his hands, the difference in strength between the two of them made it natural for the weak to be afraid of the strong. It was an inevitable fear.
Strictly speaking, he was a mid Foundation Stage practitioner like Lin Yi-he might be able to put up a fight.
It was a pity that Lin Yi had the feat of killing Nan tianyong, a peak late Foundation Stage cultivator, in an instant. In the eyes of any normal person, including Meng jueguang himself, no one would think that they could fight this monster. It was no different from suicide.
