"Everyone, brace yourselves, that guy is coming out. Don't let him escape."
At this moment, everyone is on high alert. A day has passed and Long Yan is coming out of the Practice Room.
About ten breaths later, Long Yan walked out of the Practice Room.
"You're all here, huh?"
Long Yan's gaze swept over each of the seventeen people, a hint of amusement appearing on his face.
Among the seventeen, three were women. All undeniably beautiful, but each a rose with thorns.
However, for Long Yan, everyone from the Burial Sky Church was his target, regardless of their gender.
"Qin Ming, today is your Death Day!"
A black-clothed young man said coldly.
They had all taken precautions earlier. Even if they were facing a Late Stage of Myriad Forms, they would have some certainty. Dealing with Long Yan would be easy.
"Seems like you're all here to offer up your quotas."
Long Yan's amusement remained on his face.
