"Spare me, spare me!" After Qiu Wuhai's Primordial Spirit was forced out of his body, it fled wildly throughout the grand formation. His combat strength with only his Primordial Spirit was by no means weak; he was still at the Emperor realm.
Yet even at his peak, he had been reduced to this state. His body had been hacked into eight pieces, and with only this single Primordial Spirit remaining, there was exceedingly little he could do. No matter how fiercely he resisted, he could only drag out the moment of death a little longer. Nothing else could be changed.
Qiu Wuhai also knew that begging for mercy was meaningless now. The odds of the other party sparing him were infinitesimal, but he had no other options left. Continuing to resist meant only one path—being reduced to ashes. Perhaps, just perhaps, there was still a sliver of a chance that the other party might find some use for him.
"It's too late to beg for mercy now." Wen Yan shook her head. The opponent was too powerful; even if he submitted for the moment, he would be difficult to truly control. Besides, several of her totem war spirits needed the fortune carried by him.
Before her words had faded, the golden flying sword and the attacks of the three totem war spirits came one after another, interweaving in succession.
Despair filled Qiu Wuhai's face. He evaded with all his strength for a time, but still failed to escape Wen Yan and the totem war spirits' successive encirclement. In the end, his Primordial Spirit was carved into countless fragments and utterly vanished in a blaze of golden light.
"Dragon Lord, I'm heading to the Immortal Realm now!" Wen Yan said at once after the battle ended. She had originally been one