"Yo! Wasn't this Jailor Yan Zheng? You're back so soon. Can't you let go of us?"
The rest of the people revealed strange expressions.
Yan Zheng was still arrogant when he left just now, but now, in the blink of an eye, the layer of white light representing justice on his body did not grow stronger. Instead, it became precarious.
It could be penetrated by the black fog at any time!
Yan Zheng's expression was extremely ugly.
This was the justice in his heart. How could he lose to evil?
However, in the face of the cruel reality, he had no choice but to admit it.
More importantly, he had just acted tough in front of everyone. In the blink of an eye, he was directly slapped in the face. How could he endure it?
If Lin Yi and the others were in a worse state than him, he could accept it a little, but these guys who were waiting to die were all safe and sound. Wouldn't that make him look like a fool?