Ye Mo, who was relatively close, took three steps back and showed a look of utter surprise on her face.
"What, am I too handso again?"
"Don’t fall for , I’m the legend you’ll never obtain."
Under the gaze of hundreds of onlookers, the first to catch the charred corpse was actually a handso man three ters tall.
His skin was like it was coated with a layer of moon frost, not only sickly pale but also emanating a bone-chilling coldness.
But no matter what, even though he was half a body taller than the average human, his charm was unstoppable.
He had a charming smile like the afternoon sun and golden hair undulating like the waves.
His black suit was tailored to perfection, without a single wrinkle, as if ironed every day, with attention to detail.
A pair of shiny, pointed-toe black boots, a thick black cloak... If one sniffed carefully, one could still sll the scent of roses remaining in the air where he had passed.
"The vampire prince... Lord Bertnar..."
Ye Mo placed her fingertips on her prominent chest and bowed respectfully:
"I never expected you to be here."
"Can’t help it,"
Lord Bertnar said, every smile perfect, his charming glass-like eyes fixed on Ye Mo’s:
"I don’t like being ostentatious, always keeping a low profile."
"But if there’s danger, I will step forward and rescue you little lambs from peril."
"..."
Ye Mo’s eyelids twitched twice, recalling sothing, she hung her head low, not daring to respond.
"Bertnar..."
Atop the towering stone pillar, Ye Qianmo, as if waking from a dream, couldn’t help but glare with anger and say:
"You discordant old thing, you’ve been missing for an entire epoch, the Ye Clan was about to issue a kill order for you, do you even rember the way back?"
"Shh, shouting like that, what kind of dignity is that?"
Addressed by Bertnar, one hand holding Ye Hanjun’s remains, the other brushing through his golden hair, completely disregarding Ye Qianmo’s rebuke.
"This lad isn’t dead. Fortune favors the bold, quite the rarity."
"Should I give him a drop of my blood? Never mind, my blood is quite precious, this lad’s current physique, I reckon, couldn’t bear it."
"What about... any old Grade-Yao healing beast should do the trick to save him, no big deal."
With a casual toss, Bertnar dropped the charred body to the ground.
"Cough..."
Ye Hanjun, who was in a state of unconsciousness, felt a hard knock on his back, and the stagnant blood at his throat was suddenly expelled skyward.
"Tsk tsk, such a waste is a sha."
The splattering blood hadn’t even touched the ground.
Bertnar simply flicked his finger, and the blood plasma reford like an arrow shot into Ye Hanjun’s heart.
"Strange, strange, where is your Contracted Spirit? Why didn’t it fall down with you?"
"Could it be you put it away in advance? Quick hands, sowhat decisive, kind of like in my younger days."
As if there was a figure standing in front of him,
Ye Hanjun tried with all his might to see clearly, but his consciousness was scattering, his entire body rigid, completely unable to move an inch.
"It’s over, the kid’s too silly, might as well bury him."
The muffled voice ca through his ears into his mind.
Ye Hanjun slowly closed his eyes, still filled with the horrific images he had just witnessed.
...
Five minutes earlier.
The compressed fireball fell like a cannonball.
It was the Fire God’s apocalyptic strike, which filled the sky with cracks like mirrors, the quietus piling in the heart, the soul suppressed by fear.
But Ye Hanjun didn’t give up; he chose to counterattack.
Dragon Soul Lamp, Dark Water Tower, Heavenly Porcelain Soft Armor, dicinal Beast Skin Armor, Mind-Soothing Sachet... The life-saving items relied upon all shattered in one encounter.
Keep in mind, this was just the aftershock!
The main force of the fire cannon was blocked by the Tribal Array; was it not even possible to withstand the residual force?
"Mo, hold on!"
"If you can last five more breaths, I will activate Miracle Disassembly, and buy us more ti!"
Ye Hanjun roared within his soul, the glass barrier beside him making loud noises, GuaGua’s anxious voice calling out:
"Big tadpole, let out, I can heal you!"
"No!" Ye Hanjun flatly refused.
Under Dominant State, he was emanating a nefarious aura; his eyes, both benign and malevolent, alternated between calmness and brutality:
"This isn’t damage you can block. I still have a chance to live, but releasing you would place you in a danger with no way out!"
"But... I don’t want you to die."
There was a slight sob in GuaGua’s voice.
"Human Master, what about the scapegoat? Surely this Immortal could hold out for a few breaths, right?"
Goose Immortal, sensing sothing off, was pounding on the glass barrier, trying to get a glimpse of the situation.
"The activation of abilities... there is an order to it."
"Don’t panic; since I am still in a fused state, there’s still a chance to struggle..."
"When Mo can no longer hold on, we’ll forcefully separate from the fusion state, the scapegoat, Miracle Disassembly, these will all follow..."
Ye Hanjun soothed GuaGua and Goose Immortal with his swift ntal ssages.
At that ti, he was engulfed in rciless fire, plunged into purgatory, tendrils encircling him turned to ashes.
When the flas touched his flesh, the pain of being burned alive spread through his limbs and bones.
But likewise, an endless pleasure was also filling his soul.
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