"Who?"
Lei Ying's gaze sharpened, and after he posed the question, he did not bother with the person who had just cackled strangely. His hands once again conjured several lightning eagles, which he sent hurtling toward the 'official' attired zombie.
"Seeking death! How dare you hurt my Sect Hierarch's pet, you all deserve to die!"
Suddenly, a withered hand stretched out from thin air.
This hand was wrapped in threads of red light, forming an inverted whirlpool that instantly neutralized all the attacks Lei Ying had just launched, erasing them into nothingness.
"The Blood Sucking Elder of the Blood Evil Sect!"
Song Yan's pupils contracted as he stared intently at a red-robed elder revealing his figure from behind the 'official' attired zombie, his eyes flashing with a sharp golden light.
"Keke, I was wondering who it was. So it turns out to be Elder Song Yan of Chunqiu Pavilion."
