Tang Ye walked up to the attacker, coldly hissed, and then turned his head to look at the surrounding survivors. Those who were swept by his gaze cowered, lowering their heads in fear, not daring to meet Tang Ye's eyes.
Feeling Tang Ye's presence so close, the attacker became even more desperate. Suspended in mid-air, he desperately assumed a surrender pose, his eyes flashing with a plea for life.
"Spare me, I beg you, please don't kill me, I... I won't dare anymore, spare me!"
"Spare you? You've killed quite a few of our Peace Party members, haven't you?" Tang Ye sneered.
"No no no, that's not it, that's not right, I only killed three, not many, I didn't mean to, Marshal spare me, I really won't dare anymore!"
"Won't dare anymore?"
Tang Ye didn't want to waste words with him, a strong murderous intent flashing in his eyes. At that moment, the invisible hand let go of the grip on the attacker's neck, and with a "thud," the man fell straight to the ground.
