Xu Yi sat steady on the Hellhound's back, not moving an inch.
Xu Yi had no intention of paying him any mind—and he couldn't afford to.
It had taken no small effort to set up this situation. If the little wolfhound hadn't broken through in the nick of time, allowing him to gather such a surging army of beasts in so short a time, he would have been unable to escape his predicament.
What was more, he had heard that this man intended to issue a wanted notice. If he really did, Xu Yi's situation would become truly perilous.
Now, he had finally caught them off guard and gained the upper hand. There was no way he could call off the battle halfway through.
Desolate had made it quite clear: his corpse tyrant couldn't hold back Third Realm experts. Without that powerful restraint, how could Xu Yi possibly handle an expert on Zuo Menghui's level?
What was more, his ability to control the beast tide was a tremendous secret. He would never let it get out.
Those four had to die.
"Oh no, look over there!"
Desolate urgently sent him a thought. Xu Yi followed his gaze and saw that the westernmost of the four storm eyes had suddenly blazed with a shocking red light. The unmistakable sign of someone burning their immortal soul.
With a whoosh, a streak of rainbow light shot into the sky.
"What a ruthless bastard. An opponent like that is worthy of respect—and terrifying."
Desolate sent another thought, but Xu Yi didn't answer. He was too shaken to pull himself out of his stupor.
As it turned out, that red light was none other than Divine Lord Huan Zhen using a secret art to burn his immortal soul and send a wisp of his remaining