"Huh?"
Ye Xuan furrowed his brows, gaze cold as he stared at the Nine Poison Demon Monarch and Daoist Master Midao suspended in mid-air. The bodies of these two supreme powerhouses were battered and disheveled, yet their imposing presence remained overwhelming and domineering. Meanwhile, the three-meter-tall Xiong Ba had fallen into their hands.
"Ye Demon, do you still have time to think? You're running out of it! If you don't kneel, your friend will meet a tragic death."
The Nine Poison Demon Monarch emitted a chilling black aura, a side effect of his years of training in the Poison Technique. He hovered in mid-air, casting a disdainful look at Ye Xuan, barking fiercely.
"Oh."
Ye Xuan nodded indifferently, and with a "thump," he knelt on the surface of the sea.
"Ye Xuan!"
Xiong Ba, caught in the struggle against the Nine Poison Demon Monarch and Daoist Master Midao, was ultimately defeated and captured, a conclusion he desperately wished to avoid.
