383: C383 Soul Essence Glazed Glass Bottle

C383 Soul Essence Glazed Glass Bottle

If Ye Xiaofan knew what Lord of the Desolation City was thinking, he would definitely scream his injustice.

He didn't bring any of these people with him. He only followed Feng Yixuan because he wanted to preserve his life.

Great Emperor of Desolation, who was over a hundred feet tall, gripped Yang Wencheng in his hand, causing him to have no strength to fight back …

"Who are you, why did you attack Ancient Capital City of Desolation, why did you kill so many people!"

Great Emperor of Desolation looked straight at Jiang He Xuan and the others. His voice was like a thunderclap that exploded in everyone's ears.

"So powerful, as expected of the strongest profound practitioner ten thousand years ago!"

Seeing Great Emperor of Desolation's remnant soul, Jiang He Xuan was extremely shocked. Even Yang Wencheng, who was half a step into the Immortality, couldn't block even half a move.

"If it wasn't for my father's soul force glass bottle, we might have even been scared by you."

"A cat without tiger skin dares to be presumptuous in front of me. Die!"

Jiang He Xuan took out a seven-colored bottle with a contemptuous expression. He slowly pulled open the bottle and looked at Great Emperor of Desolation's remnant soul with disdain.

"Withdraw!"

"Not good …"

whoosh whoosh … *

When Great Emperor of Desolation saw the bottle, fear appeared in his eyes. Before he could run away, the remnant soul was pulled into the bottle bit by bit.

"It's over!"

When the people within the Ancient Capital City of Desolation saw this scene, the hopes that had just ignited all of them instantly turned into despair. One by one, they fell onto the ground and gave up struggling, waiting for death to descend.

"What a vicious heart. You actually possess a Devil Dao Magic Tool!"

"Heaven should not have killed me!"

Great Emperor of Desolation's entire shadow was sucked into the bottle, leaving behind an unwilling voice echoing in the air.

"Struggling?"

Jiang He Xuan stared at the trembling bottle in his hands, looking down at it with disdain.

The Glass Spirit Orb was a level six artifact refined with Divinity Expert. It was specialized for dealing with souls, and as long as it was kept inside, it did not matter how powerful one was, they would not have any ability to defend themselves.

"Damned old bastard. You dare to let me get injured? Then let the ants of this city pay the price!"

After Yang Wencheng regained his mobility, he felt the pain coming from his body. With a hideous face, he looked at the warriors in the city cruelly.

"Die!"

"Shua!"

A cold light streaked across the sky. Lord of the Desolation City gripped his broadsword tightly. With a determined look on his face, his entire body was covered in black flames. With a terrifying momentum, he slashed at Yang Wencheng.

"Burning Genuine Qi?"

"An ant's trick."

Yang Wencheng looked at Lord of the Desolation City with disdain. He raised his hand and gathered the golden light before slapping towards the broadsword.

"Bam!"1

"Crack …"

"Rumble …"

The broadsword resisted for a few seconds and was instantly shattered. Lord of the Desolation City's entire body, like a cannonball, smashed into the City Lord's Mansion, leaving behind a pile of debris.

"Die, ants!"

"..."

"Big sister, please don't kill them, okay?"

Ye Xiaofan struggled to free himself from Feng Yixuan's arms. After seeing the situation in the city, he gritted his teeth and said to Feng Yixuan.

"Mm …"

Feng Yixuan looked at Ye Xiaofan's sorrowful eyes and finally softened her heart.

"Yang Wencheng, since we have the remnant soul, let's go."

Feng Yixuan said.

"Consider yourselves lucky."

Yang Wencheng clenched his fist and dispersed the power technique. He then glanced at the terrified warriors on the ground and turned around to leave.

"Senior Yang, you were too cool just now!"

Seeing Yang Wencheng come back, Zhen Caili shouted excitedly with a smile on her face and a clap of her hands.

"It's nothing more than an ant. Since Xuanxuan wants to spare their lives, let them live."

When Yang Wencheng heard someone praise him, a smug look appeared on his face as he looked at Feng Yixuan proudly.

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