"Actually, we can have a talk."
Yang Wanzhen had been very angry before, but now he said he wanted to have a talk. He didn't know what he was up to.
"Talk about your mother." Lin fan cursed out. Without saying anything, he took out the sacrificial altar and slammed it down at everyone.
The altar was not a treasure, but it was very hard. Whoever hit it would fall apart.
Yang Wanzhen was so furious that he was about to spit fire. Since he didn't know what was good for him, he could only be completely obliterated.
Those elders were constantly moving around, but they were not as fierce as before. Especially the elder with the injured arm, he was frowning. The intermittent pain was torturing him, but to someone of his strength, it was nothing.
Yang Wanzhen's body was like a ghost that disappeared and reappeared in the distance. Shortly after, more appeared and spread out.
