Su Ye looked at Jiaojiao.
The loli in the coronated robe, with her black hair and red eyes, understood his intentions and said with a beaming smile,
"Here you go, Master!"
She raised her hand, and a spiritual light as crimson as blood surged forth like a spring.
Countless living souls, their faces contorted in terror, rage, or bloodlust, swirled and surfaced within the bloody light.
Soon, as if a die had been cast,
a single soul materialized in Jiaojiao's hand.
This soul had the light-brown skin and features of an islands native.
Though his face was stained with blood, one could still see the heroic air about his brows.
A faint spiritual light flickered on the surface of its Soul Body.
A Third-Order aura!
Navasen's soul!
That was right.
The target Su Ye had instructed Jiaojiao to prioritize killing was none other than Navasen!
He would rather let Hongri and Qinghe escape than fail to kill Navasen!
Seeing this soul, Su Ye smiled.
"What about his Storage Ring?"
