C1797 A Situation of Certain Death

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

"Good, very good." Tai Heming was so angry that he laughed instead. The teeth in his mouth chattered.

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