Mo Lin stood there, his face pale as a ghost.
It wasn't that he didn't want to act just now.
The blue-clothed Mo Lin had been signaling to Mo Lin.
Telling Mo Lin not to come out.
By the time Mo Lin came to his senses, it was already too late.
Dead....
Looking at the blue-clothed Mo Lin's corpse, it was as if he was seeing his own future.
Mo Lin's heart was filled with mixed emotions.
It wasn't that Mo Lin didn't dare to act; he couldn't.
The blue-clothed Mo Lin used his death to tell Mo Lin not to come out.
There must be something else in the West Mountain.
Never mind if Mo Lin could defeat the people from West River, but if he acted now,
it would be disrespectful to the already deceased blue-clothed Mo Lin.
Knowing there was danger, yet charging forward foolishly, that would be absolute stupidity.
So... Mo Lin held back.
The scene was silent.
Everyone was staring at the blue-clothed Mo Lin.
Dead... actually dead.
