As long as Qin Tian is completely suppressed by the ghost coffin, next, he can focus his strength on dealing with Yang Ling and Robert.
This time, besides Qin Tian and Robert, maybe he can bring back an even bigger catch for the Blood Demon Cult.
He looked at Yang Ling, who was entangled by the two Tier Eight golems, and chuckled: "Judge Yang, once I'm done with Qin Tian, it's your turn next."
However, in the face of his provocation, Yang Ling slowly turned his head and locked eyes with him.
The lingering panic in his eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by a strange calmness, even containing a hint of undisguised mockery and playfulness, as if watching a clown.
Seeing this scene, a strong premonition of doom suddenly rose in the masked man's heart.
Something's wrong, very wrong. Yang Ling's reaction doesn't resemble someone in despair after a comrade is suppressed; instead, it's as if…he saw this coming all along.
Sure enough, in the next moment, a sudden change occurred!
