Thump, thump!
Han Yi and Han Er were kicked in the abdomen by Ye Feng, spewing blood violently. Ye Feng then pierced their sea of consciousness with the power of Heroic Spirits, effectively crippling their cultivation.
Ye Feng did not intend to kill them just yet.
By doing so, first, it would have been too easy on the two of them; second, because their memories contained a lot of valuable information worth extracting. It wouldn't be too late to erase them after reaping the last of their usefulness.
"Even if you don't kill us, you'll never get anything out of us!"
Han Yi scoffed with a cold laugh.
Gazing towards the sky, his face took on a tragic expression as he said, "Divine Spirits of the Divine Race, Han Yi has failed the mission and now goes to meet death!"
The next moment, his eyes suddenly became lifeless, and he fell lifelessly to the ground.
"Eh?"
