Seemingly aware of the gaze from the disciples of the Xuli Sect, those pale faces suddenly opened their hollowed eyes, their mouths rapidly splitting wider and wider...
At the same time, countless arms reached out towards them...
In the well, there were sudden echoes of terrifying screams.
"Don't kill them, we need their blood alive."
Lin Boyue seemed to have anticipated this, and calmly whispered instructions.
Moments later.
The yard was filled with the bodies of the disciples from the Xuli Sect.
Their consciousness still resided, but like the disciples of the Danlong School before, they couldn't make any sounds.
Witnessing this, Qiao Yushan felt his hair stand on end.
"Don't be afraid ... you're different from them. They are all disciples who have questioned me before ... heh, even though I've exhausted my energy for the Sect, there are still those who question me. They deserve to die!"
Lin Boyue whispered softly.
"Yes..."