Di Yan, like a god emperor from the heavens, observed Ye Qiu whose soul was beginning to collapse.
"All struggles are futile, countless members of the Dugu clan have died by my hand, not just hundreds, many of them were geniuses like you."
'However, geniuses remain merely geniuses. As long as they haven't become true strong warriors, they can't escape the fate of being killed. You are the same.
Di Yan said slowly, as Ye Qiu's soul power disappeared by half in the blink of an eye.
Yet this rapid disappearance of soul power astonishingly allowed Ye Qiu to gradually regain consciousness, breaking free from the malicious intent's erosion, restoring his sanity.
"Sizzling, rare, rare indeed. I thought you would die muddle-headed like this, but you woke up. Well, that's good too. Your senses will be more sensitive, enjoy the feeling of death."
Di Yan laughed heartily.
After regaining consciousness, Ye Qiu found his soul power still continuously waning, which made his heart tremble.
