Old friend?
That was utterly nonsensical.
How could there be any old friends here?
Gong Zeyu was just about to speak.
He saw this scene with apprehension.
All the jade artifacts were thrown out.
Innumerable souls were like fierce beasts that devoured the heavens and the earth.
Those before were merely appetizers—
Now, the souls in his hands were the most important.
They were the best of all the resentment and malice he had gathered.
Among them were several naturally bad seeds, who only thought about doing evil but forcibly suppressed their antisocial personalities due to modern moral standards and legal limitations; he turned these people into Evil Souls, helping them find a certain release.
He had used those souls to exhaust Ye Changan in one wave, and these were his trump cards; as long as these entities made their move, Ye Changan would definitely—
He thought this in his heart.
Believing the vendetta for his severed arm was finally going to be settled.
