Although Wei Suo had also suffered severe damage to his vital energy at this moment, with the resplendent ancient painting wielded by the richly dressed young man, whose power approached that of an Immortal Artifact, dealing with this heavily injured Newt King should have posed no problem.
Behind the sole remaining Newt King, the richly dressed young man was still lying amid a mass of white bones, barely clinging to life.
"Hm?"
As Wei Suo, Ling Longtian, and Long Muxing—who had been cowering behind Wei Suo, trembling from the impact of the overwhelming divine might—walked toward the remaining Newt King, it suddenly planted its front limbs on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed to Wei Suo and Ling Longtian.
"It's actually begging for mercy?"
Wei Suo and Ling Longtian could not help exchanging glances. Clearly, like Wei Suo's Yang Zhi Bird, this Newt King was already highly intelligent.
If it had been an ordinary cultivator facing such a heavily injured demonic beast, they likely would not have shown any mercy. A demonic beast of this level was covered from head to toe in priceless treasures.
Yet seeing the Newt King's pleading appearance, Wei Suo found himself unable to strike. He stopped, pointed at the richly dressed young man behind it, and said to the Newt King, which kept kowtowing to him and Ling Longtian, "I only want the young man behind you. If you do not stop me, I will not make things difficult for you."
Upon hearing Wei Suo's words, the Newt King looked somewhat blank for a moment.
"Do you understand what I mean?" Wei Suo pointed at the richly dressed young man behind the Newt King. "I only want him."
With a splash, the Newt King seemed finally to understand and immediately shifted aside.
Wei Suo reached out,