The chill of death descends!
Xia Feng dared not hold back, fleeing desperately with all his might.
Fortunately, the woman in the Xuan Chang was in a daze, just about to act but then paused, shaking her head, glancing around with confusion.
Her gaze locked directly onto Jin Shiyin!
She grinned widely.
"Hua God! I, the old woman, said it."
"I will definitely kill you!!"
Jin Shiyin, for some reason, lagged behind, running slower than Xia Feng.
Seeing everyone else flee, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and found the woman in the Xuan Chang appearing like a ghost right in front of him.
The overwhelming intent to kill made Jin Shiyin's heart race with fear, his expression grave, as he anxiously exclaimed, "I am not a Believer of Hua God, Miss Heng Huo! You've got the wrong person!!"
As he spoke, he hurriedly presented a clear red ball of light, within which floated the symbol of a long knife, much like Yue Hongli's knife form.
