Hearing this, Ye Wuque's eyes moved slightly.

It seemed that the middle-aged man had mistaken him for the one chasing them!

Indeed, behind this group of people, there was more than one creature chasing them cruelly like a cat playing with a mouse.

Moreover, the three words "unregistered" from the middle-aged man's mouth made Ye Wuque vaguely notice something.

"This sir..."

"We, we just want to survive, we are just mortals, not the high and mighty practicing creatures!"

"Please, if you really want to kill, just kill me, an old man! Let these young kids go, please!"

At this moment, an octogenarian walked out and spoke tremblingly. His body was thin and the intense running had consumed almost all of his strength, but at this time he still stared at Ye Wuque, revealing a begging intention.

"Although we are all stateless, but, but we have no choice, we just want to live, please be kind!"

"Kill me, a useless old man, and let them go! Please , sir!"

The old man actually took the initiative to walk towards Ye Wuque at this moment.

"Grandpa!"

"No!"

"No! Dad!"

In the crowd, three or five people immediately rushed out to hold the old man, tears rolling down their cheeks.

Ye Wuque's eyes fell on this group of mortals who were in a state of panic, and then looked at the middle-aged man with a knife. The

middle-aged man's cultivation was not too high, but at this moment he looked at Ye Wuque with determination!

But the next moment...

rumble!

There was a roar suddenly from the sky behind, and there was a stream of light shining. It was a black chariot that cut through the sky, showing iron blood and killing, and rushed here.

"Hahaha! A bunch of ants! Why don't you keep running? Can't you run anymore?"

A creature on a chariot spoke up, wearing armor, standing with arms folded, looking at them cruelly.

"You're not running away anymore? That's boring, I haven't had enough fun yet! Otherwise, kill a few of them first, give them some hope, and then chase them for a while."

Another creature on another chariot said cruelly.

"Good idea! Fear has always been the best catalyst!"

"But if you kill one, you will lose one less reward for the 'Unclassed'. Don't kill too many at once. Although this group of ants are just mortals and worthless, a mosquito leg is still meat. Now the real 'Unclassed' have gathered in the 'Heavenly Prison', seeking to unite and become bigger. Humph! But..."

"Enough! Don't say what you shouldn't say!"

The third voice sounded, interrupting the second person's words directly. The second person seemed to know that he had spoken out of turn, and laughed awkwardly for a moment, but then looked at the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in front of him, who was less than a hundred people, and his face became fierce and brutal.

"This kid! Send him to heaven!!"

Boom!

A punch was thrown, and sand and stones flew, the void shook, and a huge fist mark came from far away and finally condensed together, heading straight for the boy!

"Not good!!"

The middle-aged man didn't realize it until this moment, and immediately turned around to rescue the boy.

"Cong'er!"

"Son! No!"

The young man's mother also saw the terrible fist print, and immediately hugged her son desperately, wanting to protect him with herself.

But at this moment!

Ye Wuque, who was standing with his hands behind his back, suddenly stretched out a hand and casually swept it towards the void in front of him.

Suddenly, a handprint rushed forward!

The appearance of this scene made the middle-aged man completely desperate!

Attacked from front and back!

How could he block it? ?

"Are you going to die today?"

The middle-aged man murmured, but still rushed towards the young mother and son desperately, wanting to block the punch for them.

Even if he died, he would die on the way to charge! !

But the next moment!

Boom! !

The handprint that came from the front did not hurt the group of people at all, but passed them, wrapped the fist print that came, and directly wiped out the void!

That void exploded instantly!

The pupils of the Zhongnan man shrank violently, and he turned around suddenly and looked at Ye Wuque who was still standing with his hands behind his back.

"He helped! He, he is not in the same group with these damned soul-chasing judges?"

But then!

A cold and angry shout came from the sky behind!

"What a big dog's guts!"

"How dare you obstruct our 'Soul-chasing Judges' from arresting the undocumented?"

"No matter who you are!"

"Unforgivable!"

"Today... all of you will die!"

The cold shout was high above, and the moment the last word fell, a total of more than a dozen chariots had arrived, and the dark light shot up into the sky, as if dragging a dark purgatory!

Half of the sky had become dark.

Nearly a hundred mortals saw the dozen black chariots in the void, and suddenly they all turned pale, trembling, and completely desperate.

On each chariot, there was a figure!

They were all wearing armor, fully armed, and exuding a cold breath.

And each chariot was almost exactly the same, obviously issued in a unified standard.

The brilliance was brilliant, giving a great deterrence to the living beings!

There were a total of fifteen chariots, lined up in a row, and the fifteen figures on them all stood with their arms folded, looking down at the nearly one hundred mortals below, with mocking and teasing expressions on their faces.

Not to mention fifteen people, even if there was only one, for these nearly one hundred mortals, it would be irresistible!

I'm afraid that one finger could crush them all!

If it weren't for "Zheng Daofeng" who had been protecting them all the way, they might have been arrested long ago.

The middle-aged man, Zheng Daofeng, was holding the blood-stained sword tightly in his hand, staring at the fifteen figures on the chariot in the void, his eyes full of deep fear!

Soul-chasing judges!

These fifteen people are all terrible soul-chasing judges!

Any one of them is a strong man who has been tempered a thousand times, otherwise they would not be qualified to get a "soul-chasing chariot".

But what Zheng Daofeng couldn't understand was that there were only nearly a hundred mortals, why did fifteen soul-chasing judges appear?

Even if they were to deal with those "cultivators without a record", there would only be three or five at most! !

Zheng Daofeng couldn't figure it out.

"Tsk tsk, Zheng Daofeng, no wonder you led this group of ants to run in this direction, it turns out that there are helpers waiting here..."

At this moment, a soul-chasing judge sneered and spoke.

At the same time, the eyes of the fifteen soul-chasing judges all looked at Ye Wuque, who had been standing in the distance with his hands behind his back and a calm face.

"Don't drag irrelevant people into this! We are strangers! It has nothing to do with others!"

Zheng Daofeng shouted at this moment.

Suddenly, several soul-chasing judges sneered and looked at Zheng Daofeng as if he was an idiot.

The soul-chasing judge who had just punched was now staring at Ye Wuque, his eyes became fierce and terrifying!

"Are you the one who just attacked?"

"Then..."

As the voice rang out, the soul-chasing judge once again punched from a high position!

The entire void exploded in an instant, and a huge eagle phantom appeared out of nowhere, screaming in all directions, pecking at Ye Wuque fiercely with a sharp fist!

"Go to hell!"

This punch was full of murderous intent!