Han Feng felt a pang of regret, but then he realized it wasn't necessary at all.
Because Su Yinyue's true form is the Silver Moon Wolf Clan, which naturally has ears.
During this time, the effects of the drug on Mo Libie had taken hold, causing him to convulse all over his body and suffer greatly.
"We've tortured him enough. There's no point in keeping him alive." Han Feng grabbed Mo Libie's neck again.
"Alliance Leader Han, wait a moment. There seems to be some misunderstanding between us that we need to clarify," Li Haibo's voice came through.
“We’re all from Tiannan, there’s no need to be so ruthless.” Mo Changlu also rushed over.
The three of them had originally agreed to meditate together and wait until they had recovered before going to find Feng Yu'er.
But Mo Libie was too impatient; his magic power hadn't fully recovered before he went to look for them.
That's why Mo Libie was so tormented that the two of them arrived late.
"I advise you to let me go. Our Mo family is not just a disciple of the Tianyuan Sect, but a descendant of the Holy Yuan Ancestor. If you kill me, you will definitely suffer retribution."
When Mo Libie saw his savior arrive, he instantly became arrogant: "Our Tianyuan Sect has two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, while you are only at the mid-stage. Even if you kill me, you will have difficulty leaving. Your victory just now was due to my carelessness."
"You mean I don't dare kill you?"
Han Feng squeezed the neck so hard that it was deformed.
Mo Libie's face was filled with pain. If Han Feng exerted a little more force, he could snap his neck.
"This old devil Han won't accept threats, let's make a move."
Li Haibo used Yuanzhao's Dharma form, and a demonic form with a thousand hands suddenly appeared.
“I think so too. Li Bie is going to die, and that old devil Han should be buried with him.” Mo Changlu gritted his teeth.
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