Crack—
A series of dense sounds like popping beans suddenly emanated from Zhou Feng's body.
The bones throughout his body shattered completely with a squeeze from that large hand.
"Ah!"
A miserable cry escaped from his mouth.
But before he could react, Ji Haoyuan had already raised his hand, casting restraints to thoroughly bind his Divine Sense and Magical Power.
Indeed.
The two of them could die, but they absolutely couldn't let them be the ones to kill.
After all, no one could guarantee that the Crimson Sunset Sect wouldn't perceive something amiss from it.
Thus.
They both had to die at someone else's hands eventually.
Boom!
Simultaneously.
On the other side.
Ma Qiulin was also being suppressed by Liu Hongyu, Feng Wanqing, and Qiu Zeyuan working together.
Especially Qiu Zeyuan.
As a Sword Cultivator in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.
Each strike of his posed a significant threat to Ma Qiulin.
