Mu Yeli moved over and noticed that Ye Ning had already taken the guns away. He stepped forward, flicking the hem of his robe to the side. Raising his gaze, he looked at him with a glint in his eye, "Your arrival isn't too late."
Mu Yeli looked at these men, his pupils flashing with a heavy blood-red hue.
What were they doing here?
Were they attacking Ye Ning?
"Who laid a hand on you?" Mu Yeli's voice, chillingly cold as if echoing from the depths of hell, sent shivers down their spines.
His presence was enough to cast an intrinsic chill, revealing just how many battlefields he had been through, radiating an aura of murderous intent that penetrated the marrow.
Ye Ning was looking at the few men before her.
The ones who had dared to touch her were now lying in a pool of their own blood.
But the others...
Her gaze swept to a man standing before her.
The man couldn't help but tremble as he looked at Mu Yeli.