Chu Yi was taken aback; he had not anticipated that even after invoking the name of Ancestor Yun, these people would still seek to take Wang Ran away!
This was something he truly had not expected, and it was downright preposterous.
He began to feel some regret; by doing this, he had essentially thrown himself into the fire!
As a result, not only was he unable to ensure Wang Ran's safety, but his own life was also in jeopardy!
"Brat, your life is forfeit!"
"Heh! It seems you are bent on a life-and-death struggle today; why bother with this?"
Chu Yi's expression turned cold, and he immediately positioned the humanoid white mist in front of himself.
Following that, the white mist instantly assumed a defensive posture.
"Oh, interesting, but your white mist is as good as nonexistent!"
A smirk stretched across the old man's lips as a darker shade of gloom spread across his face.
"Stop squabbling! You all, you won't have me!"
