"Cough cough—Yang Yan, let him kill, as long as he shows himself, you stand a chance to slay him!"
Lin Zimu, supported by several disciples, clutched his chest and spoke with difficulty.
"Grandmaster Yang, please ensure you kill this beast to avenge our Ancient Abyss Sect disciples!"
Other disciples all looked at Yang Yan with excitement.
If this demon doesn't die, it will be a lifelong disgrace to them!
And later, if fortunate enough to undergo tribulation, it would become their heart demon.
"No."
Yang Yan shook his head, his gaze firmly locked on the faint demon qi.
The Snake Demon couldn't understand how Yang Yan was tracking him.
Having just suffered another blow, it was healing now, daring not to make rash moves.
Yang Yan clearly understood Lin Zimu's intentions since he possessed the power.
Thus, according to their plan, they wanted to use the disciples present as bait at all costs.
