Refining the Spirit Worm

Zhou Li, Yang Gong, and Ge Hai, strung through by chains, gripped the chains with both hands and stared blankly at their bleeding abdomens, fear written across their faces.

Aside from Ge Hai, whose hatred for Mu Chen had blinded him and driven him to attack with all his strength, the other two had used only seventy percent of their power.

They had still kept part of their attention on Hun Husheng. If she tried to stop them, they could change tactics at any moment. They had never expected her attack to be so fierce, so swift—so fast that they had no time to react.

Ye Qingling stopped in her tracks. She, too, had been frightened, and she warily watched Hun Husheng, black smoke rising from her body, as she slowly backed away.

The chains swayed slightly, and the piercing pain twisted the expressions of the three people strung through them.

Zhou Li spoke first. "I admit defeat. What do you want?"

Yang Gong also said, "I'm willing to apologize. Let me go, and I won't fight you for anything in this valley."

"Give me your marks."

The three did not hesitate. They obediently handed over the energy within their marks.

Hun Husheng glanced at the three of them, then flung them out of the valley as if tossing away trash.

The three hit the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Boss!" Their subordinates hurried over one after another, their eyes filled with shock.

"Let's go." Yang Gong and Zhou Li left with their people in disgrace.

Ge Hai cast a venomous look at the valley before leaving as well.

Spiritual energy flowed through Mu Chen's meridians like a surging river. He fully activated the Great Pagoda Art, continuously refining the spiritual energy from the Spirit Soul Yin-Yang