Invitation From the Youth Named Zhao

"Ah!"

He turned around and saw Lin Qiye standing proudly in the air.

As for the three men chasing after him, they all had one of their arms broken. Where their injuries lie, there were strands of black lightning wrapped around them, preventing the wounds from healing.

"B*stard! You dare to attack us! We're the Church of Truth..."

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The three men's arms had been cut off and could not be restored. When shocked and angry, they immediately revealed their background to intimidate Lin Qiye.

However, before they could finish their sentence, Lin Qiye waved his hand. Three black Lightning bolts struck down, instantly blasting the men apart.

The black lightning did not disappear after crushing the three of them. Instead, it attached itself to their remaining flesh and blood, constantly eroding and annihilating them.

In the blink of an eye, the black lightning had annihilated them.

The youth surnamed Zhao was terrified.