The members of the Miao clan could not believe their eyes as they looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground. It was difficult to piece them together.
Miao Jian's eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "Yan'er!" He howled toward the sky as his grief and anger grew. The way he looked at Lin Mo was as if he wanted to swallow him alive.
"I won't let you off!"
Lin Mo did not take his vicious words to heart. "What a coincidence, I won't let you off either."
Miao Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone from the Miao clan, attack together. We must tear this kid into pieces! Whoever can kill him will be the next head of the Miao clan!"
He only had one son, Miao Yan. Now that Miao Yan had died, it did not matter who the head of the Miao clan was in the future. The most important thing was that Lin Mo had to die!
As soon as these words were said, everyone took action.
