Song Yun's body went limp, and he fell straight out of the groove, his figure slowly becoming visible. Those people had all run away, so they couldn't see what was happening with Song Yun at all.
"Huff!"
Song Yun was panting heavily, he could barely move anymore. The movement technique just now had drained the last bit of his energy.
Song Yun simply lay flat on the ground.
"Gulp."
Song Yun swallowed hard again.
Now, let's rewind time a few minutes.
At the dock.
Two cars drove directly onto the dock.
Bald Jue Wu stepped out of one of the cars, followed by seven or eight members of the Shura Alliance, who had the words "Blood-colored Shura" and small daggers and axes tattooed on their necks, getting out of the cars as well.
At that moment, Old Li was still standing on the dock. Seeing these people, he frowned and wanted to leave.
