In the end, Feng Jun was unwilling to let Yi Jue take the risk.
Yi Jue merely smiled indifferently. "Did you forget that I have Ten-Thousand-Year Camphor Tree Resin on me?"
Although this space was in complete chaos, the Asuras' Nascent Souls were extremely conspicuous.
Even though they were a race that feared no death, their biological instincts drove them to gather around the strong.
However, Yi Jue had already decided to strike at both sides simultaneously, so there was no major problem.
The next moment, she directly destroyed a small battlefield. With the thick smoke obscuring everything, not a single Asura noticed what had happened.
Unfortunately, the captured Asura Nascent Soul still did not know who was behind the puppets.
It did know about the plague. In its eyes, the plague was just as terrifying as the puppets.
However, there was an unexpected gain. Although the Asura Quasi-King of this space had fled, five of the Quasi-King's princes and princesses had remained behind. They were responsible for the final resistance, and whoever achieved the greatest battle record would have the best chance of inheriting the throne in the future.
"This is useful!" Yi Jue's eyes lit up. Other Asuras were not qualified to know such secrets, but there was no reason the princes and princesses would not know—at the very least, they definitely knew more. "I'll capture one!"
Feng Jun originally wanted to stop her. Conducting Soul Searches on Nascent Souls in succession carried certain hidden dangers even for a Spirit-Release Venerable.
But in the end, he said nothing. Heavenly Zither Cultivators were still different from Blue Star people; they placed greater value on letting others develop freely and gain practical combat experience.
Advising Yi Jue once counted as concern. If he kept persuading her, he might seem cowardly,