Yin Zhiping had already walked into the hall under the protection of more than ten True Martial Realm cultivators.
Looking around, he shouted at the air in front of him, "Gong Ziliang, are you hiding or not? Alright, I want to see how long you can hide!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at those True Martial Realm cultivators.
More than ten figures rose and fell. In the blink of an eye, they held Mo Shaoyun, Lin Anruo, and the others hostage.
"Gong Ziliang, if you don't appear, I'll kill someone here every five seconds."
"Then let's start with your good brother!"
After Yin Zhiping finished speaking, he looked coldly at Mo Shaoyun.
Seeing the latter raise his head with a posture of wanting to kill and do as he pleased, he counted continuously.
"5!"
"4!"
"3!"
"2!"
When the last number fell, there was still only demonic qi lingering in the hall. There was no response.
