Kill the Cold-Faced Saint, Heavenly Dynasty Edict!

The man was called Cold Face.

From his tone, it was clear he wasn't joking. If Li Ye didn't show himself, he really would slaughter the entire planet to force Li Ye to appear.

"Don't you dare!"

Li Ye snapped.

The other man chuckled. "Now that you've come out, I naturally have no need to do that."

"I hear you have a magic treasure that can restrain Primordial Spirits?"

"Fortunately, I happen to have one too."

"Die!"

As Cold Face's voice fell, Little Black and the Five Pests instantly turned pale.

They knew all too well that Li Ye's weakness was his Divine Sense.

Li Ye seemed to have the combat strength of a Saint Eighth Heaven, but in truth, his Divine Sense was far from reaching that level.

If the battle touched upon this domain, he was sure to lose.

And those with powerful Divine Sense struck even faster!

Jingle, jingle, jingle!

Sure enough, as Cold Face's voice fell, his sea of consciousness lit up, and a series of ringing tones echoed through the air.

The ringing was clear and crisp, but listen closely, and one could hear the gloomy aura it carried, weighing on the heart.

Like death's summons, like a death warrant from the underworld.

At the first chime, the Five Pests' minds began to grow hazy.

Little Black fared a little better, barely managing to resist by circulating its cultivation.

At the second chime, all five pests collapsed, blood spurting from their seven orifices, their Primordial Spirits on the verge of shattering.

Little Black couldn't hold out either. Though it was a Hell Soul Beast, skilled at countering attacks on the Primordial Spirit, it still couldn't withstand a Saint Eighth Heaven powerhouse.

Its head grew heavy, its limbs unsteady, and it staggered on the verge of