Within a dense forest, a bloody, mangled figure was fleeing in panic.
It was Tang Hao.
The price of detonating eight Soul Rings was immense. Blood flowed from all seven of his orifices, and every meridian in his body had been shattered. He was holding on solely through his will to survive.
But he did not dare stop.
The pressure that man had given him was simply too terrifying.
Just then, a figure appeared in front of him without any warning.
Tang Hao nearly died of fright. He hurriedly stopped, but the abrupt movement tugged at his wounds, making him spit out another mouthful of blood.
He stared at Li Yifei before him, his voice trembling violently with fear.
"Y-you... what do you want?"
Li Yifei did not answer. He merely looked at him quietly, his gaze like that of someone looking at an insect already caught in a spiderweb.
Tang Hao gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely despite his inner fear.
"You can't kill me! I'm from the Clear Sky Sect! If you kill me, the Clear Sky Sect won't let you off!"
At that, a hint of amusement appeared on Li Yifei's face.
"The Clear Sky Sect?"
"Why do I remember you personally saying just now that the Clear Sky Sect had already severed all ties with you?"
Tang Hao's face instantly stiffened.
He had forgotten that, while his mind had been controlled and guided, he had spilled every last secret.
Trying to threaten the other party with the Clear Sky Sect was simply asking for humiliation.
Tang Hao's eyes darted about rapidly. Then he suddenly thought of something, as though he had seized his final lifeline.
"Right! You can't kill me!"
"You and that rabbit are both Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts in human form, aren't you?!"
"If you