Chen Chuan rode the light through the sea, first speeding to the other side—the place where Prince Yi had initially taken refuge. He sealed the rift there as well before returning to the sky.
Ming Chengzi and the others were waiting there. From their perspective, Chen Chuan had only gone down for a few breaths before returning.
Within the smoke manifestation in Ming Chengzi's hand, the silhouette representing Prince Yi had not yet completely vanished. This meant Prince Yi was not dead, so he continued maintaining the Secret Technique.
Then he saw Prince Yi's head hanging from Chen Chuan's waist, and his heart gave a jolt.
Prince Yi was indeed not dead yet, but Spiritual Fire had sealed his wounds and seven apertures, preventing him from regenerating through his Mutated Tissue. And he would probably never get another chance to do so.
The others saw it as well. Someone could not help asking, "Commander? Is that Prince Yi?"
Chen Chuan nodded. He intended to send Prince Yi back as a trophy and leave him for the Command Center to deal with.
Later, they could carry Prince Yi's head around Tiger Fang Isle for display, which would also make taking over the place easier.
After all, Tiger Fang Isle was not merely a city. It was a large gathering place and logistics base for mercenary groups and hunting corps. Most people there possessed martial strength, and many personally worshipped Prince Yi.
The appearance of Prince Yi's head would be enough to shatter most people's resolve. Those unwilling to accept it would be diehards. If they dared to step forward, they could be cleaned up along with the rest.
After waiting for a while, a flash of light flickered in the sky. The team members who had gone after the two fleeing