Hong Lei instantly felt an invisible pressure, almost a hundred times stronger than before, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The old man gave him a casual glance, withdrawing the aura around him, and instantly Hong Lei felt much better.
"Hongmen disciple, Hong Lei, greets the Ancestor."
Hong Lei said as he knelt in the air, showing utmost respect.
"Ancestor, a talisman has been placed on me by that fellow, I beg Ancestor to help me remove it," Hong Lei said.
Hong Lei was also a strong individual; how could he willingly be controlled by Lin Mo? Moreover, he believed that once the Hongmen Ancestor emerged, it would be the day of Lin Mo's death. By then, he might also face a dead end, so coming to the Ancestor might leave him with a bit of life.
"You betrayed Hongmen, the one most deserving of death."
The old man said indifferently.
