After taking four bolts of Thunder Punishment, the Purple Emperor wasn't dead, but he'd been nearly flayed alive. He lay sprawled in the void, gasping for breath, with half his life brutally ripped away!
Ye Wushuang's expression remained unchanged. 'This is just the appetizer,' he thought. 'The Eye of the Firmament hasn't even moved. The truly terrifying Thunder Punishment comes at the end!'
'That is the most lethal threat to me!'
"You blocked so many bolts of Thunder Punishment, so you've done me a service. Submit to me, and I'll save your life."
Ye Wushuang gazed at the dying Purple Emperor and drove a Soul Slave Seal into him. The Purple Emperor didn't struggle. His True Spirit was on the verge of dissipating; any further resistance would mean true death.
Seeing this, Ye Wushuang pulled him into the Purgatory Space.
Then, he turned to the two remaining old men.
