"He looks strong on the outside but is weak on the inside."
Song Shi saw through Ye Wenzhong's situation. A cold glint flashed across his eyes as he continued to approach without a trace.
Seeing that Ye Wenzhong was approaching the reinforcements without resistance and was about to congregate with them, Lu Jiu gave up on stopping him and chose to attack with his words.
"Old dog Ye, if you burn your bloodline power like this, even if you escape, you'll be crippled for life!"
The Perfected Lord of Hundred Poisons felt that it was a pity. He had not expected this old dog to work so hard which robbed him of the chance of obtaining the most precious blood essence. He could only mock, "Hehe, when we return, the youngsters of the clan might usurp the throne."
