Grief (1)

Gong Qiang was still waiting for Ji Fengyan to exhaust her strength. However, the moment Ji Fengyan lifted her hand to fling the stack of yellow papers, the papers flew towards the men transformed by gold cultivation as if some force had drawn them there, and stuck to their brow. The paper immediately covered the demonic eye on their brows.

All the men transformed by gold cultivation immediately halted their attack. They froze on the spot while retaining their last pose.

At that moment, Ji Fengyan also landed on the ground. With a flick of her wrist, the long whip swiftly returned to her hand.

"Powerful? Invincible?" Ji Fengyan swept a cold look at the ten or so unmoving men transformed by gold cultivation, then turned to look at the dumbstruck Gong Qiang.

"You have no right to wantonly play with other people's lives." Ji Fengyan said coldly.