"Huff~"
Watching Ye Fan's retreating figure, the three members of the Yanhuang Organization felt as if they had just strolled through the gates of the Ghost Sect, drenched in cold sweat and secretly breathing a sigh of relief.
"Quick... notify the people below, tell them not to stop Ye Fan, let Ye Fan go!"
The Innate Great Perfection member of the Yanhuang Organization wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and then, recalling Ye Fan's warning from moments ago, he exclaimed in alarm like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with all his fur standing on end.
In his eyes, the power that Ye Fan had just displayed meant that it would be a fool's dream for the other Yanhuang Organization members to think of stopping Ye Fan from leaving—it was as if Ye Fan could slaughter them as easily as one would cull chickens!
"Yes, yes!"
