"You!" Upon hearing the words "blood essence," the well-traveled Zhou Li naturally understood what Ye Yu intended to do.
Ye Yu wanted him to enter into a master-servant contract with him.
"What? Unwilling?" Ye Yu asked teasingly.
Zhou Li's expression was grim and vicious, but in the end, he still forced out his blood essence. Before life itself, what Imperial Prince, what dignity, what face—none of it mattered anymore.
Watching the blood essence merge into the formation, Ye Yu looked at Zhou Li, his gaze gradually turning calm.
Now, with a single thought, even if they were separated by tens of thousands of miles, he could erase him with a thought, just as he had Xue Li.
"The Fourth Prince of Great Zhou." Ye Yu shook his head.
Zhou Li's face went pale at those words, but he truly did not dare say anything more. His life was now in the other man's hands.
Yet Ye Yu felt somewhat emotional.
In his previous life, the Devil Race army had invaded Azure Prefecture, and countless cultivators had risen up in resistance.
But in truth, those who resisted the Devil Race on the front lines were mostly Rogue Cultivators without backing or power.
As for the imperial princes of dynasties, the sect elites, and all those well-connected people whose abilities were great—or even inferior to those cultivators—they had hidden safely in the rear, fleeing faster than anyone else.
Some who moved quickly had even taken all their resources and fled directly to other prefectures.
Those so-called elites occupied more than ninety percent of Azure Prefecture's resources, yet in the end, it was ordinary people who fought in blood-soaked battles.
At that thought, Ye Yu could not help but sigh. He shook his head and cast those matters from his mind.
What mattered