"Is the Ancestor... truly dead?"
He felt a weakness emanating from the depths of his soul.
Wei Hu suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his entire body like being drenched in a bucket of ice water, chilling him from head to toe.
It's crucial to know that at every moment during this time, he had to endure the pain of fiery burning, and the reason he could persist until now.
On the one hand, Lu Yuan didn't want him to die too quickly, and periodically infused him with a large amount of Spiritual Power to help restore his soul injuries.
On the other hand, he held a glimmer of hope in his heart.
He hoped that someday, Venerable Wei Qian would personally take action, execute Lu Yuan, the wicked beast, and save him from suffering.
But who could have imagined.
He waited day and night, not for the rescue from Venerable Wei Qian, but rather the shocking catastrophe of the entire Wei Family's extermination?
At this moment.
