"Whoosh whoosh whoosh…" Several figures bolted over in quick succession.
Eight people in total.
The cultivator who had just made a move was a middle-aged man, his gaze dark as he looked at Lin Feng, his eyes glinting with a dreadful killing intent.
"Not good, Wu Fan is dead, we have no way of explaining to the Seventh Elder!" a woman said with an ugly expression on her face.
"It's all because of you, brat! How dare you kill a member of Sky Gazing Sect, you deserve to die." Another cultivator with a face full of meat bellowed in rage, his eyes flashing fiercely.
