C890 Good Kill!

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yi couldn't understand what had upset the yellow-robed devotee.

The white-robed and purple-robed figures glanced at Zhou Yan, remaining silent.

Zhang Yi was about to speak, but with a flick of Zhou Yan's hand, a burst of white light shot into the yellow-robed devotee's head, instantly killing him on the spot.

Zhang Yi, about to voice his thoughts