Just with one look, Green felt four incredibly powerful forces enveloping his body layer by layer.
Among these four forces, there wasn't a single one he could withstand. His body bent downward, and a trace of pain appeared on his face.
"You, turn around." The young man standing at the front of the four pointed at Green, commanding coldly.
This tone carried an air of superiority, leaving no room for refusal.
When these words fell on Green's ears, he acted as if he hadn't heard them, still standing there with his back turned.
"Hmph, didn't you hear what I said? I'll give you one last chance: turn around immediately, or I'll kill you." Seeing Green remain motionless for a long time, the young man spoke again.
But this time, compared to before, his words carried a few more traces of coldness. The Green in front trembled and turned around, his eyes looking at the young man speaking.
