Su Mo glanced back at Lord Zimu and the expert from Dark Dragon Hall.
But the two did not answer him.
Or rather, these two could not move at all now, as if even rotating their eyeballs required all their strength.
Su Mo chuckled:
"Forgotten, you both are currently savoring the flavor of the Suffering People Scripture, hence can't answer me.
"Well... but, the time is about right...
"Therefore, let's start from Lord Zimu."
He flicked his fingers, and Lord Zimu took a deep breath, then flipped around and got up.
Bean-sized beads of sweat dripped down, and in an instant, his calm eyes were filled with blood.
"Lord Zimu?"
Su Mo's voice reached his ears.
He reflexively turned his head, and upon seeing Su Mo, his whole body shivered.
He wished to turn and run, but not to mention Su Mo, the means that the Dark Dragon Hall had used on him made it impossible for him to escape.
For a moment, apart from terror, he had no other thoughts.
