Hua Sheng turned his gaze from the Snake Demon back to Lin Zimu and his group, then suddenly laughed, his voice chilling as he said:
"If you have the guts, keep guarding your Ancient Abyss Sect Saint Son, protect him well! Haha! Hahaha!"
Leaving these words, he immediately turned around and walked away with his people.
Yang Yan knew they were just lurking nearby, not leaving so easily.
To silence witnesses, not a single person from the Ancient Abyss Sect could escape today.
Seeing them leave, Yang Yan turned back to observe the group of disciples behind him; his body floating in midair seemed inexplicably thin.
The green robe draped over him flapped wildly in the fierce wind, wave after wave, layer after layer.
It was as if even the wind was against Yang Yan.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, freely roaming above him, shaking the entire space.
The electric snakes flicked their greedy tongues outward, and the thunder grew louder.
