"I gave him the chance to live, didn't you see? If he had defeated the remnants of the souls in those two bodies, he would have taken possession of them and lived," said Tang Yin, although he then emphasized, "As my puppet, but he would have done so."
Yan Hu felt desperate, screamed in agony, and tried to attack him with all his might. But against Tang Yin, his power was nothing.
He felt like a normal man fighting a leviathan in the sea. No chance of victory, unable to move, swept away by the big waves... But it was only Tang Yin's power that caused that feeling inside him.
It was unfathomable and difficult to compare.
Fear overwhelmed him, as did pain. Not physical pain, but pain of the soul. Seeing his son die like that was something he did not expect... the same thing happened with Hutian.
That was his beloved grandson... but his power could not move to defend him.
