Beside him, Wan Molai was terrified to the extreme, unable to withstand the fear of death any longer, and turned to flee.
Ye Qingfeng's expression was indifferent. In one hand, he still held the blood-soaked arm of Blood Slaughter, while his other hand lightly extended, unleashing a burst of suction force.
Wan Molai's rapidly retreating figure suddenly froze, pulled backward by an immense invisible force, falling into the control of a single hand.
"I only said you'd be the last to die; I never said you could run!"
An indifferent voice echoed as Ye Qingfeng waved his hand, causing Wan Molai's body to spin wildly in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Pwah!"
He spewed blood, his entire being weak and dispirited, with only a breath of life remaining.
Ye Qingfeng tossed his other hand, and Blood Slaughter's right arm landed in front of Wan Moting, causing his pupils to tremble violently, indescribably.
