Feng Lin stopped attacking, surrounded by shells.
Mo Feng looked at the fresh blood on his own feet, the pain making it impossible for him to stand up.
"I'll say it again, hand over your Space Rings!"
Feng Lin's voice grew colder.
"Dream on! If you've got the guts, kill me! If I die, thousands of innocent members of the Human Race will be buried with me!"
Mo Feng continued to threaten.
He had come to seize treasure this time, his own treasure, how could he possibly hand it over for nothing?
"As I said before, I won't kill you, but I will leave you half-dead."
Feng Lin laughed and shrugged his shoulders, "If you dare to harm the outside world first, the nation will definitely destroy you."
This terror balance always favored the nation.
If they dared to move, they'd surely die.
But for the nation, it would just mean wounding a number of civilians.
Feng Lin believed that as long as they were not dead, they would definitely not do such a thing.
