C1395 Where Do You Think You Are Going?

"You're courting death!" The middle-aged man with a sallow face sneered, and his eyes suddenly shot out two rays of cold light.

"Pfft!"

His fingers were like swords as they pointed in the air. Purple light shot out from his fingertips, and the few people who were rushing over from afar all let out miserable screams as their bodies were pierced through, and they were drenched in blood