"Demon Talisman Seed, hand over all of yours, and I can let you leave."
Lin Xin's deep voice came from within the helmet.
"Really?" The sweat on the middle-aged man's face slowly dripped down as he didn't dare to move an inch; the person opposite him killed like cutting weeds, an absolute madman.
"Really," Lin Xin said with a laugh. The laughter had a chilling edge to it.
The middle-aged man quickly gestured and gathered all the surviving members together.
It wasn't clear how he communicated with them, but soon, a group of invaders in motley attire trembled as they took out one Demon Talisman Seed after another, varying in amount from one person to the next.
Those who tried to hide any were cut in two by Lin Xin's sword, and thereafter, no one dared to keep anything hidden.
One after another, the Demon Talisman Seeds slowly accumulated in the Storage Bag in his hand.
At this time, the Kongzhu Clan also learned of his identity.
