"Is that person dead?" Ji Haidan's eyes widened in disbelief as she spoke.
Although she wasn't familiar with Lin Mo, it was clear to her that Lin Mo was likely a good person while those others were the bad guys.
Relief washed over the faces of the Black Witch Sect's elders as they thought that once Lin Mo was dead, they could divide his treasures among themselves.
The Witch King narrowed his eyes slightly, also finding it unexpectedly easy to kill Lin Mo, which was somewhat beyond his expectations.
"Mr. Lin," Master Feng gazed at the vanishing figure of Lin Mo, his expression turning somber. Could Lin Mo have really just died like that?
However, almost immediately, a determination shone in Master Feng's eyes. How could Master Lin, with his godly might, die so easily?
Just as the Witch King and the other elders of Witch Sect were certain that Lin Mo must have died inside, everyone was suddenly stunned.
