The Demon Beast Soul Stone that supported the Magic Array shattered.
The two Magic Arrays began to shake, on the brink of collapse, and the joy on Great Mage Yang's face vanished as quickly as snow melts under the March sun.
"How could this be? Magic Soul, Ye Beiming! It was you, what have you done," it was a fall from heaven to hell in an instant.
Without the function of the Magic Array, Ye Beiming's Magic Soul floated outside of it.
Great Mage Yang's efforts fell short; he questioned Ye Beiming like a crazed beast with bloodshot eyes.
"Great Mage Yang, surely no one has ever told you that pigs die from stupidity, huh? Didn't you notice that I only gave you a 195-year-old Demon Beast Soul Stone?" A mocking smile grew at the corners of Ye Beiming's lips.
He had been poisoned by Hunter Soldiers in his quest to seize that perfectly aged soul stone.
Yun Sheng was thunderstruck by this dramatic turn of events.
Could this get any more black-hearted?
