Xiao He knew perfectly well that with his meager strength, dealing with Ye Qingcheng, an "Evil Cultivator," would be difficult.
As difficult as ascending to heaven!
His dignity?
How could something like dignity matter more than his cultivation?
If he could preserve his cultivation, then dignity? He could throw it away!
Xiao He had no desire to see the cultivation he had painstakingly accumulated vanish like passing clouds, forcibly seized by Ye Qingcheng.
He infused his cries with spiritual power, hoping to carry his voice farther and reach the elders' ears faster.
He knew perfectly well that the only people who could preserve his cultivation now were the elders of his clan.
With them taking action, a mere Evil Cultivator of the Human Race would surely be annihilated with a single thought!
In this regard, Xiao He was even more confident than the Saint Dragon elders themselves.
Yet gradually, the smugness faded from his face. Xiao He realized that his legs were accomplishing nothing.
At some point, they had left the ground. No matter how he kicked, no matter how desperately he tried, he remained in the same spot.
He could not move. His body felt as though an enormous, invisible hand had seized it in a crushing grip.
Even after Xiao He exhausted every means at his disposal, he could not break free and was powerless to resist.
Moreover, he could clearly feel his cultivation draining away in enormous quantities!
It was draining rapidly. At this rate, before long, he would revert to the hatchling he had been at birth, without the slightest trace of cultivation.
"Please, spare me, spare me, please..."
To preserve his cultivation, Xiao He was forced to lower his proud head and bow to Ye Qingcheng, a human, begging for mercy.
Ye Qingcheng ignored him,