"Is it important?"
Lin Hao sneered, a blue spark flickering continuously at his fingertips as he looked at Michelle Miller with a cold expression: "Now, you have two choices. One, release my people, and we will not interfere with each other. Two, from today on, you and I will be enemies, and I assure you, your clan will disappear from Earth!"
Forget those survivors on the sea still captivated by the illusion; Lin Hao grabbed Song Qinghong and his group and threw them onto the skeleton, yet they still hadn't come to their senses. Lin Hao had quietly tried several times, even transferring his own Primordial Qi into Song Qinghong's body, yet he couldn't break the Half Mermaid's illusion.
At this moment, Song Qinghong and his companions were still lying foolishly on the bones of what seemed to be some giant creature. If the illusion wasn't broken, even if Lin Hao wanted to retreat, he wouldn't be able to take everyone with him.
