Outside the city, Mo Ying was not angry after hearing this.

He smiled silently.

"So, are you unwilling? It doesn't matter. As long as all the diehards like you are dead, the remaining people... won't dare to resist."

Mo Hun raised a hand.

At that moment, the air around him seemed to be drained by the movement of his hand.

There was a strong wind on the battlefield.

Old Man Wen's white hair fluttered in the wind, and his expression changed.

Is Mo Hun using his powerful moves? Is he going to kill himself instantly to establish his authority?

Killing a nightmare level in one second sounds like a fantasy, but Old Man Wen really felt a sense of life and death crisis!

He really could be killed instantly with one hand!

His pupils were dilated to the extreme, Old Man Wen's heart was beating wildly, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

The corners of Mo Hun's mouth formed a cold arc.

That hand was about to be slapped down.

It was as if the whole world was trembling because of that hand, endless pressure swept across, and the power of this move was like a natural disaster.

Old Wen's head looked like a skinny old pine. He stood with clenched teeth and stared at Mo Ying.

"You can't kill me, I..."

He wanted to say something harsh, but when he saw Mo Ying's palm was about to fall, Old Man Wen finally couldn't hold it any longer!

"Riyi Immortal Banban! City Lord! You haven't come out yet, have you?!"
Chapter completed!