Qie Feng's heart was filled with extreme despair. He hadn't anticipated that he, a Martial Venerate, would be unable to withstand even one move from Lin Mo.
And now, his life was completely in the hands of his opponent.
But he did not want to die, especially after having struggled so hard to reach the realm of Martial Venerate.
"Brother Ye, save me!"
Qie Feng looked towards Ye Nantian with difficulty. At this moment, Ye Nantian was his only hope for survival.
When Ye Nantian saw that Qie Feng's life was under Lin Mo's control, he was greatly shocked and exclaimed,
"Lin Mo, don't mess around, if you let Qie Feng go now, I might consider letting you leave safely."
"Do you think I would change my mind about who I want to kill?"
Lin Mo's voice was domineering, leaving no room for negotiation. He slightly lifted his hand, and Qie Feng felt like he could barely breathe. His desire to live, however, was stronger than ever: "Brother Ye, save me, please..."
"How dare you!!"