Ling Yun was left speechless. Did this venerable self spare them just so they could start fighting all over again? And turn this place into a slaughterhouse once more?
Can't move? What's going on? That mysterious senior expert clearly refused to show his face while still wanting to meddle.
At that moment, Amak fired a shot at Ouyang Xiu. The bullet flew forward, but Ouyang Xiu was completely immobilized and could only stare in wide-eyed horror as beads of sweat streamed down his forehead.
The tragedy failed to unfold. The bullet froze mid-air and then dropped straight to the ground.
Amak realized what was happening a split second later. That super powerhouse simply forbade fighting here yet found it inconvenient to step forward, which was why he used such a method.
To give credit where it was due, Amak possessed a fair bit of intelligence to deduce this much. Having figured it out, he immediately grabbed the remaining men and fled at top speed.
Ouyang Xiu and the others could only watch helplessly as the enemy ran off. They had no choice—powerless to move, their hearts willing but their strength falling short.
As for Ling Yun's side, they had not heard a single sound. When the suppression lifted, Ling Yun had isolated the area from their audio, rendering both the gunfire and the ensuing dialogue inaudible to anyone here. Everything only returned to normal after Amak escaped.
"Save your breath, everyone. The old man knows what you want to say, but now is not the time. Let's discuss this after we leave here."
Ouyang Xiu knew the mysterious senior was still keeping watch. He understood the explosive temper of Long Hu, who was still furious over the Blood color faction, and feared that any disrespectful outbursts would spell disaster. He