Everyone around froze in place, some so scared that their legs gave way and they fell to the ground with a thud. Others screamed in terror, and some even started to vomit.
The remaining members of the Bloodthirsty Society, about a dozen who were not injured, began to retreat backward, their eyes filled with shock and fear as they looked at Lin Mo. In their eyes, this young man from Huaxia seemed like the Grim Reaper from Hell itself.
Quan Xiangyu was caught in the snare too, but his throat had already been severed by True Energy Silk, and he lay on the ground. The complexion of Quanzhou City was deathly pale as he watched Lin Mo with a slight tremor throughout his body. For the first time, the leader of this underground organization felt a deep fear, especially due to the indifference in Lin Mo's gaze. It seemed like the gaze of a great devil who held life no dearer than weeds, a gaze that could only have been cultivated through immeasurable bloodshed.
