Long Fei offered Wei Feng's Primordial Spirit, suspended above his palm.
The large Primordial Spirit had been compressed to the size of a Nascent Soul.
Wei Cheng and Wei Zhen still believed that Long Fei intended to release their brother and excitedly shouted at Wei Feng, "Brother, are you alright?"
"Quickly release my brother!"
Wei Zhen shouted.
Wei Feng's tortured Primordial Spirit twisted, yet he was unable to speak.
Behind them, Emperor of Snow Country Ji Xuan angrily exclaimed, "Brother Long, do not let these villains go. They slaughtered over thirty thousand warriors of my Snow Country; blood flowed like rivers inside and outside the Imperial Palace. These murderers must be punished."
Wang Xiaoya looked at them with a hint of displeasure on her face.
She had never encountered a cultivator with such a killer's aura.
Even the Demon Chiefs of her world were never this ruthless.
"Snow Country Ruler, are you courting death?"
Wei Zhen and Wei Cheng shouted anxiously.
