[Ding! Refining complete!] [Congratulations, you have obtained one drop of Golden Destiny Nirvana Liquid.]
Hearing the voice in his ear, Chen Wen could not help curling his lips again.
Damn it.
Ye Feng took it all in and growled bitterly to himself.
At that moment, he looked at Chen Wen with the urge to swallow him whole.
He hurriedly took out his Sound Transmission Token and poured Spiritual Energy into it.
Before long, Ye Chao's voice came through. "What now? Speak!"
Ye Feng could hear that something was wrong with Ye Chao's voice.
But he knew all the more that he could not hide this.
This was too serious. Three of their people had already died.
To Ye Chao, who had set his sights on only ten disciples to begin with, that was a third of them.
The proportion was far too high.
Zhao Yuan and Wang Teng, in particular, had stood a chance of claiming one of the final fifty spots.
The loss was enormous.
He could already foresee Ye Chao's fury.
"Have you gone mute? I asked you what happened!"
When Ye Feng remained silent, Ye Chao spoke again, his voice cold.
Ye Feng took a deep breath before saying, "Wang Teng... is dead too."
The Sound Transmission Token fell deathly silent.
"Useless! Every last fucking one of you is useless, do you hear me?!"
Ye Chao finally lost control and roared until his voice cracked.
Ye Feng endured it in silence, not daring to provoke Ye Chao further.
He was genuinely afraid.
After what felt like an age, Ye Chao gritted his teeth and said, "What's this Ye Chen's background? Have you found out?"
"All we know is that he came with the people from the Eighth Territory."
"The Eighth Territory?" Ye Chao frowned.
"Yes,"