Gao Wei held his head high, a trace of smugness on his face.
But the moment he saw Lin Mo, his expression instantly turned cold.
Even now, Lin Mo had not spared him a single glance, nor did he show the slightest surprise at sensing his realm.
This made Gao Wei raise an eyebrow.
In his mind, he absolutely did not believe that Lin Mo could have gained strength capable of crushing Yan in such a short time.
Therefore, he felt that this was merely a trick by Lin Mo and the others, nothing but a smoke screen.
Especially since Yan had previously sent back word that he had been gravely wounded in an ambush by the Insect Race, the Machine Race, and the Demon Race.
Gao Wei believed this had to be a false facade concocted by Zhang Tianling, Lin Mo, and the others in order to seize power.
Of course, this was all just his own wild speculation.
Since he himself harbored such thoughts, he naturally assumed everyone else did too.
Sometimes, people were just that strange.
They clearly were not fools, yet they always came up with guesses that made them seem brain-dead.
"Gao Wei! You actually hid your strength all along. It seems you had harbored treacherous intentions long ago."
Suddenly, Zhang Tianling glared at him and shouted furiously.
"Zhang Tianling, stop spouting nonsense here. I am merely avenging Lord Yan and, while I am at it, clearing out scum of the human race like you.
Lord Yan valued you all so highly, yet you committed such acts. You deserve to be executed!
Everyone, I urge you not to be deceived by Zhang Tianling and Lin Mo.
How could everything Lord Yan did before possibly have been the actions of a traitor to the human race?