As soon as Zou Feng said this, the three banshees broke out in a cold sweat. None of them thought he was just spouting arrogant nonsense. In fact, they didn't even dare to move a muscle. It felt as if a prehistoric venomous beast was standing right behind them, ready to swallow them whole at any moment without even chewing their bones.
After a brief moment of stagnation, one of the banshees struggled with all her might to temporarily break free from the overwhelming pressure. "M-Master, save us..." she screamed hoarsely.
POP.
Before she could finish her plea for help, her head exploded without warning. The resulting mist of blood gradually formed a crimson lotus in the air, radiating a macabre beauty.
"Spouting nonsense was not one of the options I gave you," Zou Feng said.
From start to finish, he hadn't moved an inch. It was as if a mere glance or a single thought from him was enough to make the banshees explode on the spot.
