Naturally, these clansmen had to be put to good use!
For these warm-blooded clansmen to turn into cold, hard treasures could be considered a worthy death!
SWOOSH!
The Seven-Pupil Divine Needle entered Shi Ming's Sea of Spirit in the form of a thought. But contrary to Chahar's expectations, it caused no harm. Instead, the moment it shot in, it was suppressed by a Spiritual Power so overwhelming it was like a higher-dimensional attack, forcing it to fall and severing its connection to Chahar. At the same time, an excruciating, heart-rending pain once again flared up within Chahar's body.
This caused his very soul to begin disintegrating, turning to nothingness bit by bit along with his body.
Shi Ming, who had been monitoring Chahar's every move, was naturally aware of all his little tricks.
He was more than happy to accept this forced delivery of a treasure.
