"Senior brother, I was wrong, please spare my life!"
Zhang Wanchun's face was ashen, his whole body trembling as he kneeled on the ground, uttering a plea for mercy.
Now, his only desire was to keep his life!
Before him, the terrifying scene of slaughter was like Shura Hell, death's aura rising and surging, suffocating Zhang Wanchun to the extreme.
It seemed as if his soul was trembling along with his body, his fear-filled eyes, full of earnest pleading, turned towards Lin Tian.
For the first time, he felt that facing death was so utterly hopeless!
Only,
Lin Tian at this moment didn't pay attention to him, he glanced up and around calmly, looking at the bodies strewn on the ground with an indifferent expression, as if what he had just done wasn't a massacre but a leisurely stroll, harvesting a pile of straw.
Seeing this, Tian Ce, Sheng Zishu, and the other watching Loose Cultivators felt even more chills on their scalps.
