Wei Ye's Ambition

"Right." After Xiao Yan put away the Bone Chilling Flame, he flicked his sleeve and tossed out a black figure, throwing him onto the ground like a piece of trash.

It was none other than Hun Yu.

At this moment, this figure ranked among the top three of the Soul Clan's younger generation, one of the so-called candidates for the position of Soul Clan patriarch, looked thoroughly miserable.

His injuries were severe, and because his Dou Qi had been sealed, he could neither heal himself nor suppress his wounds.

Over the past few days, the scorching force within his body had tortured him until he wished he were dead. He was barely clinging to life and had nearly lost half his life.

Having fallen into Xiao Yan's hands, he naturally received no good treatment. The fact that they had not lit him up as a human lantern already counted as mercy.

Of the dozen or so Soul Clan members, he was now the only one still alive. The others had most likely long since had their souls extracted and devoured by Ah Da.

Even their corpses had probably ended up in Single-Horn's stomach.

Cough, cough.

Hun Yu lay on the ground, then turned over with some difficulty and sprawled there on his stomach. After coughing a few times, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the three master and disciples before him, his face ashen.

At this point, he had nothing left to say.

Escape was even more impossible.

"How should we deal with this guy?" Xiao Yan asked.

"Do whatever you want. He's useless now. I originally planned to use him as bait to hook some fish, but after thinking it over, I decided against it. No need to provoke the Soul Clan's nerves too much."

Wei Yang