"Hmph, though the Soul Refining Divine Light is formidable, it still cannot do anything to this old man—"
Before he could finish speaking, Yan Wuji's entire body suddenly trembled, and his expression abruptly twisted in unbearable pain.
The two Yanluo Imps following close beside him had already fallen from the sky like kites with their strings cut.
Without Yan Wuji's Soul Power protecting them, the two Yanluo Imps could not withstand Ye Zhen's Soul Refining Divine Light and were directly blasted to death by it.
"You..."
Watching the two Yanluo Imps get blasted to death by the Soul Refining Divine Light, Yan Wuji howled in agony. In that instant, he had the urge to turn back and kill Ye Zhen at all costs.
The two Yanluo Imps had followed him for decades. They were his Martial Slaves, but even Martial Slaves inspired deep feelings after accompanying him for decades.
After decades of never leaving his side, he had long grown accustomed to having the two Yanluo Imps with him.
Now that the two Yanluo Imps had suddenly died, he instantly felt an empty, insecure void at his side.
For an old monster like Yan Wuji, impulses came quickly and vanished even faster. Reason still forced Yan Wuji to suppress his fury as he fled at high speed.
If he did not leave, never mind whether he could kill Ye Zhen—he would certainly be left here.
However, after merely glancing in the direction of Myriad Stars Tower, Yan Wuji's expression froze. His old face abruptly turned crimson as blood, and his chest began heaving violently.
In the direction of Myriad Stars Tower, flames now soared into the heavens.
A stream of blood could not be held back as it sprayed wildly from Yan Wuji's mouth. His complexion instantly turned ashen, and