"No...no...please don't!" As Ye Feng made his move, Bai Ze Saint King showed a painful expression, crying out loudly, wanting Ye Feng to stop.
Because he knew very well in his heart that once the Blood Shura Holy Brilliance inside his body was stripped out by Ye Feng, given the harsh environment on the scene, he was likely to die very miserably, extremely miserably.
But he was just a loser, and losers have no say.
Moreover, Ye Feng had no intention of sympathizing with him; invasion comes with a painful price.
"Ah!"
"Ahh!!"
With Ye Feng's actions, amidst Bai Ze Saint King's cries of agony, the Blood Shura Holy Brilliance within him was gradually stripped out, and from his pained expression, it seemed he was truly in great discomfort.
Hearing his screams, Ye Feng did not sympathize at all.
In Ye Feng's view, if he were the loser, the outcome would probably be far worse than this.
So, such a person was not worthy of sympathy.
Boom!
