Cao Xing had not yet answered when Fang Long excitedly shouted, "That's right, it's him!"
"Lord Priest, quickly get rid of him!"
However, the Black Robed Priest merely glanced at him coldly, "Shut up, did I tell you to speak?"
Fang Long immediately froze in place.
Being watched by so many people and scolded on the spot, he felt a wave of humiliation surge up in his heart.
Just as he wanted to vent, he realized there were five murderous glances locked on his back.
Those five assassins had already targeted him tightly.
If Fang Long made any move, he would be slain instantly.
At that moment, Fang Long felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss.
Simultaneously, a more intense bitterness was in his gaze towards Cao Xing.
Cao Xing ignored this Fang Long and did not care about his glare either.
He was just a clown who couldn't see the situation clearly and could be pinched to death at will.
His enemies were only these Hunters.
