The guards were all loyal to Li Moying. After hearing his order, although many of them felt uneasy, they all stopped according to his words.
Li Moying walked to the outside of the trap.
Before he could speak, Li Yuntao called out, "Young Master, Young Master, can you see clearly? It's really us!"
It was a dark and windy night, and it was almost impossible for ordinary cultivators to see clearly what was going on in such a deep trap.
However, this was not difficult for Li Moying.
He poked his head out, and Li Shihong and Li Yuntao's bewildered appearances in the trap immediately came into view.
Seeing the appearance of the two of them, he couldn't help sighing in his heart: "It's too miserable!"
The majestic Patriarch and Elder of the Ancient God Clan had their faces covered with broken eggs and rotten tomato juice, and their entire face appearance was almost unrecognizable.
