"This..."
Qin Hao, Mu Mingxuan, Qiao Chuyu, and Zuo Yichuan were all stunned.
Demon Ancestor Yin had merely released his Soul Power, yet it had pinned Lei Yunkui down completely.
Mu Mingxuan shook his head slightly and drew a sharp breath. In a hoarse voice, he said, "The Blood Demon Race has an innate hold over the Devil Race. As long as someone belongs to the Devil Race, an ordinary Blood Demon at the True Martial Realm can easily control them—even if they're a Venerable."
"That hold reaches into the soul itself. There's no escaping it!"
After speaking, Mu Mingxuan frowned. Even that brief explanation had clearly worsened his injuries. He fell silent again and resumed healing.
Qin Hao sank into thought.
No wonder Lei Yunkui harbored such bitter resentment.
Anyone who had finally broken through a bottleneck, only to be controlled by the Blood Demon Race, would feel the same bitter injustice.
And since Lei Yunkui had entered the Demon-Suppressing Pool while pursuing Qin Hao, he naturally blamed Qin Hao for everything.
But as far as Qin Hao was concerned, Lei Yunkui had brought it all on himself!
"G-greetings, Demon Ancestor Yin!"
Cold sweat streamed down Lei Yunkui's face. Furious and humiliated as he was, he knew he could not escape Demon Ancestor Yin's control. He had no choice but to submit.
"Good."
Demon Ancestor Yin nodded slightly, then turned his gaze toward Qin Hao. Excitement and greed glinted in his eyes. "Capture that man and hold him prisoner for me. I'll reward you handsomely afterward."
"Yes!"
Lei Yunkui nodded at once.
Hum.
At almost the same moment, the terrifying pressure bearing down on the depths of Lei Yunkui's soul vanished without a trace.
"Phew."
Lei Yunkui breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked at Demon Ancestor