He hurriedly withdrew his hands, using them to shield his eyes in panic.
At the same time, he channeled all his spiritual energy into his arms, which suddenly transformed into something akin to black iron.
Sizzle!
Purple lightning struck his arms, causing all the hair on his body to stand on end, trembling all over.
"Fellow cultivator, spare my life!"
The next moment.
He knelt directly to the ground, unable to withstand the assault of that purple lightning any longer.
Spare his life? Wang Ye laughed; had this person given him a chance to live a moment ago?
His eyes widened, and the purple lightning grew even more intense as Elder Zuo's entire body shook violently.
His whole body became as black as charcoal.
Wang Ye raised the wine cup in his hand and poured it down.
In the blink of an eye, Elder Zuo's body turned black, lying motionless on the ground.
Only then did Wang Ye retract the purple lightning, his expression growing colder.
