"Old thing, cut the crap. If our sect leader stays, we'll take your life. You can leave on your own. Otherwise, I, Fang Beishan, will fight you to the death!"
The strange man looked around, but he didn't say what he wanted or what he wanted. It was as if he was stalling for time.
"Do you think you can do anything to me with your strength?"
Fang Beishan's group carefully moved forward.
"Release him!"
The strange man's expression changed, and he suddenly raised his left hand high up, scaring Fang Beishan and the others into stopping in their tracks.
"What do you want?"
"Don't you want him? Then I'll give him to you!"
As he spoke, he threw the black ball in his hand forward.
When Fang Beishan and the others saw this, they hurriedly rushed over to catch the sect master.
However, the black thing that was thrown out suddenly flashed and disappeared. It turned out to be an illusion.