Hu Junyi's face turned from green to white.
It was as if someone had viciously slapped him dozens of times.
The slaps to his face were indeed ferocious.
The gazes of the gathered powerhouses landed on him, thick with doubt and reproach.
If it weren't for his loud shouts not to believe Xiao Yi's words, they wouldn't have swarmed up like a hive, resulting in the sacrifice of over a hundred people for nothing.
Ye Ling looked coldly at Hu Junyi. Just now, three powerful fighters from the Nantian Holy Institute had also fallen into the vortex below, devoured by those terrifying tentacles, making her face look extremely ugly. "The number one person of the Nantian Holy Institute's outer court? Hmph, that's all there is to it. To be played by Xiao Yi over and over again..."
Hu Junyi: "..."
Ye Ling's words were completely a post-mortem scolding!
It made his face grow even uglier, but he didn't dare to retort against Ye Ling.
After all...
Ye Ling represented the Nantian Holy Land.