Amidst the boundless chaotic energy, the Evil Monarch's Blood Pill exploded, his soul was hit by an unimaginable impact, and he screamed in panic, with most of his Soul Power almost instantly scattered.
Only a wisp of Soul Power was left, and he hurriedly wanted to escape this place at all costs.
However, Jiang Shi did not give him any chance at all.
Almost at the moment the second palm struck, a large hand had already crazily grabbed out like lightning, containing a terrifying suction, and grabbed the last wisp of the Evil Monarch's soul in his hand.
"Evil Monarch Wenti, did you ever think this day would come?"
Jiang Shi's body was enormous, his voice cold, his gaze icy as he stared at the palm in which only about a tenth of the terrified soul remained. He said, "If you hadn't pressed me so hard, I wouldn't have grown so quickly. Your current end is entirely your own doing!"
"No, Jiang Shi, don't kill me, everything is negotiable, spare my life!"
