Zuo Youming sneered, "How ignorant can you be? You've got someone from our side, we have someone from yours, too."
As soon as those words left Zuo Youming's mouth, amidst the shadows appeared two figures.
They were two elderly men, one in green and the other in white. They were suspended in mid-air, clutching their throats, struggling as if they were ensnared by an unseen rope around their necks. They made faint, groaning sounds.
But to anyone with functioning eyes, the elderly men's necks were bare, not a rope in sight.
This sight was both perplexing and eerie.
The two old men, one in green and the other in white, were none other than the ancestors of the Chen and Zhang families, Chen Wanqing and Zhang Yunlong.
Han Ye directed his gaze in the direction of Chen Wanqing and Zhang Yunlong, he said, "What a horrific spiritual pressure, even the Deity Transformation elders fell into the trap."
