The Evil Cultivator who lay on the ground struggled less and less, to the point where he couldn't even let out a wail.
The Evil Power within his body had diminished by seven or eight out of ten, his life approaching its end without any possibility of turning the tables.
The resentment, despair, and regret in the Evil Cultivator's heart at this moment were beyond description with mere words.
He had powerful strength and controlled several formidable demon-infused artifacts, yet he was unable to unleash the slightest bit of his abilities and was suppressed to death, his bitterly gained Evil Power drained away.
Who would be willing to accept such a fate?
But what could be done?
His biggest mistake was thinking he had everything under control and then stepping into the trap unguarded.
The Celestial Pivot Pavilion of Huai Mountain City had become a trap waiting for its prey the moment Zhao Hongyi left the city.
They were waiting for him!
