"Let them go!" The mustache-sporting middle-aged man swept his gaze over Wu Xian and the others in the hands of Su Mo and Qin Budai, speaking indifferently.
His voice was not loud, but heard in the ears of Su Mo and Qin Budai, it was no different from a Nine Heavens Thunderclap exploding violently.
Puff! Puff!
Su Mo and Qin Budai's bodies shook violently, as if struck by lightning, and they each opened their mouths to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
They only felt an invisible force act directly upon their bodies. The vastness of this force was like hundreds of millions of miles of rivers, like tens of millions of miles of mountains, utterly impossible to block.
What? Su Mo was deeply shocked and terrified. A Venerable was actually this terrifying!
"Let us leave, or they will all die!" Qin Budai's face was somewhat pale as he brandished the two hostages in his hands and roared loudly.
Su Mo also tightened his grip on the hostage in his hand, squeezing Wu Xian and the other skinny young man until their eyes rolled back.
Only by firmly controlling the hostages in his hand could he have the confidence to confront a Venerable.
"Venerable Fan, Venerable Yin, save me!"
"Lord Venerables, save us!"
"I don't want to die! I really don't want to die!"
More than a dozen Witch Tribe geniuses used as hostages all cried out in alarm, every single one of them wearing an expression of terror.
"I'll give you three breaths of time to let them go! Otherwise, your bodies and souls will be destroyed!"
The mustache-sporting middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flickering within them as he shouted coldly. The aura on his body suddenly surged, like raging billows and towering waves, forming