Ling Xiao did not expect the Black Hell Ghost Sword Formation to kill Fengming Qishan, as long as it could trap Fengming Qishan and put pressure on him, that would be enough.
At this moment, Fengming Qishan's face was truly gloomy to the extreme.
He watched helplessly as the six powerful Yin-Yang realm fifth-level experts he brought with him, one was crippled and five were killed.
At this moment, Ling Xiao was walking towards the crippled guy, attempting to glean information about the mastermind behind him.
And there was nothing he could do.
"You shut up, you know what the consequences will be if you speak out!"
Fengming Qishan roared crazily.
"Heh, you can't even save yourself, yet you still worry about so much. I can assure you, if he is willing to speak, he will be a distinguished guest of our Heavenly Dynasty Empire, and I might even help him recover his cultivation level.
And you?
You can only howl helplessly in that cage, unable to do anything."
