"You old thing, how dare you harm my wife and friends!"
Ying Yue's eyes flashed with cold light, and he said word by word, "Courting death!"
"Courting death? Hahaha!"
The blue-haired elder laughed up at the sky, his voice like thunder, resounding throughout the Mayan Divine Kingdom: "I've roamed the Lost World for tens of thousands of years, weathered countless storms, yet today a junior tells me I'm courting death, hahaha, interesting, truly amusing!"
As he laughed, his voice suddenly halted, turning cold and sinister, he chuckled and sneered: "Kid, go ahead and be complacent, there isn't much time left for you anyway. Not just you, your friends, and all the Earthlings will die without a place to be buried!"
Upon hearing this, Ying Yue's gaze chilled, he slowly extended his right hand, grasped at the air, and indescribable power surged out, directly aiming at the blue-haired elder's neck, trying to seize him.
