No matter what Mo Lin has or how powerful he is.
As long as Mo Lin is dead, everything Mo Lin has is theirs.
The jealousy in Li Qing's eyes gradually morphed into greed.
Not just him, even the others began to entertain similar thoughts.
With Jin Haixin here, dealing with Mo Lin would be simple.
Li Qing gave Lin and the others a look, then said, "Let's take action together and kill him."
Lin Fan nodded and charged at Mo Lin once more.
At the same time, the other three attacked Mo Lin from different angles.
Li Qing also didn't hold back.
Li Qing cast a spell, condensing ten pure streams of Immortal Qi into an Immortal Technique.
"Immortal Technique: Soul Suppression."
As Li Qing's voice fell, the ten streams of Immortal Qi gathered in front of him.
And condensed into a talisman of a glassy hue.
The talisman floated in midair, emitting an invisible pressure.
With a wave of Li Qing's hand, the talisman moved to suppress Mo Lin.
