Feng Yin didn't wait for the Purple Emperor to finish speaking and quickly brushed a stroke of black dog's blood across his face.
Just as the Purple Emperor was about to seek help and mercy from the great Qing Ming, he didn't anticipate the brush coming directly towards him; blood even entered his mouth.
A dreadful howl immediately sounded for the second time.
The Purple Emperor's remnant soul was violently trembling and convulsing.
Everyone watched intently, but no one criticized Feng Yin's methods. At the moment, they were more concerned about how effective this black dog's blood was against remnant souls. It was a marvelous feat!
If they encountered such a situation in the future, it seemed that they could use this method, right?
After what seemed like a long time, the Purple Emperor regained his composure, but the fear in his eyes was even more intense.
"...Just torturing people, what kind of hero are you?" the Purple Emperor roared in agony.
