A powerful spiritual force surged straight into Fan Jingfeng's mind, catching him off guard.
Fan Jingfeng had no chance to react, and the spiritual force swept across his consciousness.
His entire awareness suddenly plunged into a void, as if his Divine Soul had been extracted.
He was locked in place, unable to move at all.
"Devour!"
Ye Chenfeng's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and he suddenly sprang up, pressing his palm onto Fan Jingfeng's head.
"Ugh..."
Fan Jingfeng let out a series of miserable screams, his aura gradually weakening...
Moments later, Ye Chenfeng released his hand, and Fan Jingfeng collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon, barely clinging to life...
His face was as pale as paper, staring at Ye Chenfeng, he said, "Have you been scheming against me all this time?"
