Time froze at this moment; the leaping fangs hung suspended in midair, with Benson Wilcox and Hu Hei half-opening their mouths, not daring to move.
Of course, Kase Day too dared not move. His face turned red and then blue, breathing heavily, his arm trembling, his legs shaking, his whole body shaking, and he looked unbelievably at Abraham Nash standing right in front of him.
That pitch-black stick was pressed against his throat, a slight push from the other party, and his throat would be pierced, then it would exit through the back of his head, and then he, a generation Divine King of Breakback Mountain, would die!
Yes, the current situation was that a Lower Heavenly God was holding a big black stick against the throat of a Mid-level God King.
