"Who are you? What gives you the right to talk so big? You tell us to leave, and we're supposed to obey? Why should we?"
The bald burly man was clearly unconvinced. Lin He wasted no words on him, merely grasping at empty air. A golden Great Handprint flew out and reached the space above the bald man's head in the blink of an eye.
The bald man was shocked and was just about to take out his magic treasure when a Black Cord suddenly appeared, winding around his entire body.
His expression changed drastically. He circulated all his magical power, trying to break free, but the cord only tightened around him.
"Aaaah-!"
At that moment, the golden Great Handprint descended from the sky and slammed down. The bald man, an early Core Formation cultivator, was swiftly crushed to death by its tremendous force, all signs of life extinguished.
Only a few seconds passed between Lin He's attack and the bald man's death. The others had only just drawn their magic artifacts or magic treasures to prepare for battle when the fight was already over.
The middle-aged burly man looked at Lin He in shock, then waved his hand. "Go!"
"Only now do you think of leaving? Too late!"
A murderous look flashed across Lin He's face. Since he had already acted, he certainly could not wait for these people to return with reinforcements. Naturally, he had to silence them all.
Lin He casually took out a Spirit Beast Bag. Tens of thousands of Gold Devouring Beetles flew out, forming a dense insect cloud that surged in every direction.
These Gold Devouring Beetles were terrifying. There was nothing they would not devour; even magic artifacts could be gnawed away without a trace.
How could these low-ranking Haisha Gang disciples have