Three restraints descended upon Ye Fan at once, and his body froze completely.
It's over... His heart sank, and it felt as though all the strength in his body had been drained away.
Hua Wuya walked up to him and looked down at him from above, his face full of smug satisfaction.
"Ye Fan, so this day has come for you too!" he sneered. "Back in the Qin Mountains, weren't you people utterly arrogant? And now? Haven't you still fallen into my hands?"
Ye Fan glared at him through gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with rage.
"You people of the Ruthless lineage won't meet a good end!" he shouted. "Chu Yang won't let you off!"
"Chu Yang?" Hua Wuya scoffed. "You think he can save you?"
"Let me tell you something. The very moment you fell into our hands, the Nine Li Dynasty made its move."
"Chu Yang is busy dealing with the Nine Li Dynasty's siege right now. Where would he find the time to save you?"
Ye Fan's pupils abruptly contracted.
The Nine Li Dynasty?
They actually dared to make a move against Chu Yang again?
"Impossible!" he shouted. "With Chu Yang's strength, the Nine Li Dynasty is no match for him at all!"
Hua Wuya gave a sinister chuckle. "Who said the Nine Li Dynasty is our only ally?"
Ye Fan's heart sank as a vague sense of foreboding rose within him.
"You... Who else have you joined forces with?"
Hua Wuya did not answer. The smile on his face only grew increasingly savage.
"You don't need to know that much," he said coldly. "Because you're about to die."
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a terrifying force gathered in his palm.
"Ye Fan, die!"
He brought his palm down toward Ye Fan's head.