These Heavenly Spirit Spells are not high level.
If it were any other time, they would have no effect on him whatsoever.
Little Fatty had already run over, and he began to work on Yang Bin methodically.
An ordinary storage bag's clasp isn't complicated, but for someone like Yang Bin, it's definitely not that simple.
While Little Fatty was busy, Chu Yi started to move his lips.
"We've had no grudges in recent days, nor any enmity in the past, yet you covet our very lives over a mere one hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Truly greedy."
"Yang Bin, let me give you a piece of advice: some money should not be earned. Don't get greedy."
As he spoke, Little Fatty had already undone the storage bag.
"Quick, retreat."
With a grand wave of his hand, Little Fatty, taking advantage of the remaining time, urged Chu Yi and the others.
Chu Yi had long since put Zi Xuan into the storage bag as well.
