C1797 A Situation of Certain Death

"Old thing, are you going to scram or not?" Lin Fei stared at Tai Homing as he faintly said.

"Good, very good." Taihe Ming was so angry that he started laughing. The teeth in his mouth chomped.

He had never wanted to kill someone so much before.

Then …

He clasped his hands together and aimed them at the sky.

In that instant.

In the sky, a pitch-black Eight Trigrams pattern appeared