The other Protector General saw this scene and turned to run. His figure turned into a stream of light, rushing toward the outside of the grand hall. His speed was extremely fast, and he reached the entrance of the hall almost instantly.
There was only one thought in his mind—escape! Escape as far away as possible! He didn't even dare to look back, fearing he would see Lin Ming chasing after him.
No matter how fast his speed was, however, it couldn't outpace Lin Ming's spear. Lin Ming casually threw it, and the Asura Divine Spear turned into a dark red stream of light that instantly caught up to him and nailed him to a pillar in the grand hall.
His body hung on the pillar, fresh blood flowing down the shaft of the spear and staining the ground red. He struggled a few times before losing all breath. The entire grand hall fell into a dead silence.
After killing these people, Lin Ming walked slowly toward the crowd. His pace was unhurried, each step carrying a sense of oppression. He swept his gaze over the pale-faced crowd, the corners of his mouth curving into an icy arc:
"Laugh. Weren't you laughing quite a bit earlier? Why aren't you laughing now?"
His voice was flat yet carried a bone-chilling coldness, like a sharp blade piercing everyone's heart. Those who had been egging others on just a moment ago now lowered their heads one by one, not even daring to let out a loud breath.
They wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, terrified that Lin Ming would notice them. Some even began to tremble, the sound of their teeth chattering audible in the quiet hall.
Faced with Lin Ming's interrogation, not a single person in