Boom!
As the words fell, the Netherworld Yin Blade erupted violently, spewing forth vast murderous qi like surging black tides—terrifying beyond compare.
Rumble rumble…
A tall, dark figure slowly manifested, releasing an aura of energy that represented frigidity, slaughter, death, and evil.
"The Nether King!"
Upon seeing this figure, the eight Sky-Soaring Nether Monkeys trembled from head to toe, not daring to move a muscle.
The Flying Sky Yin Monkeys were merely a powerful race within the Netherworld, while the Nether King was akin to the sovereign ruler of that realm!
Hierarchy within the Netherworld was exceedingly strict, and the Nether King's majesty was boundless, capable of suppressing all!
Although the Nether King before them was only a projection, the eight Sky-Soaring Nether Monkeys were already suppressed to the point of immobility.
Boom…
Ye Yunfei swung the black longsword forward, and that figure of the Nether King also took steps forward.
All eight Flying Sky Yin Monkeys wore expressions of despair; facing the Netherworld Yin Blade, they simply had no means to resist!
Crack crack…
With each step the Nether King's figure took forward, the bodies of the eight Flying Sky Yin Monkeys bent a fraction lower. Their surfaces continually cracked open, dark blood incessantly flowing out—they had not the slightest capacity left for resistance!
"Spare our lives!
Young human, please let us go!"
Suddenly, one of the Flying Sky Yin Monkeys actually cried out, pleading for mercy.
"What are you doing!
You cannot beg him!"
The Holy Son was furious.
"Holy Son, we are no match for him. If we don't plead for mercy, we will die here!
We have been buried beneath the earth for exceedingly long years, only barely managing to return to the world of the living. We should be thinking of ways to return to the Netherworld, not to die again here!
Especially you, Holy Son—you are our clan's Holy Son, your status is crucial. You cannot fall here like this!"
The Flying Sky Yin Monkey said.
"That's right, Holy Son, we cannot die here like this. It's not worth it!"
Several other Flying Sky Yin Monkeys also spoke up.
"Young human, please spare us!
The Holy Son's status is noble; he cannot perish here!"
"Young man, we had no intention to be your enemy. We sought you only to reclaim our clan's sacred artifact. Since we are no match for you now, we shall relinquish the artifact for the time being. We only hope you will let us depart!"
Those Flying Sky Yin Monkeys looked at Ye Yunfei with pleading eyes, begging for mercy repeatedly.
"Spare you all?
Come as you wish, leave as you please—is there anything so cheap under heaven?
If I were not your match, would you spare me?
Since you've come, prepare to die!"
Ye Yunfei let out a cold laugh, the black longsword in his hand still slowly swinging forward.
These eight Flying Sky Yin Monkeys had harbored murderous intent towards him all along; Ye Yunfei naturally would not simply let them go.
Ye Yunfei understood that as long as the Netherworld Yin Blade remained in his possession, these Flying Sky Yin Monkeys would not easily give up. Letting them go now would be equivalent to releasing a tiger back to the mountains, creating endless future troubles.
Thud thud…
The eight Flying Sky Yin Monkeys were suppressed to their knees on the ground, their bodies cracked all over, dark blood gushing out in torrents. They looked utterly wretched.
"Young man, what must we do for you to spare our lives?!"
One of the Flying Sky Yin Monkeys cried out in terror, already suppressed to the point of lying prostrate on the ground. His skin was split, flesh torn, revealing pale bones. The ground beneath him was soaked through with dark blood.
He could not hold on any longer!
The other seven Flying Sky Yin Monkeys were not much better off!
"That is a question you should consider yourselves. Why should I spare you?"
Ye Yunfei sneered, the black longsword in his hand slowly chopping towards one of the Flying Sky Yin Monkeys.
"Young man, if you are willing to spare us, we are willing to work for you, to labor in your service!"
The Holy Son suddenly let out a soft sigh and spoke.
He too was unwilling to die like this here!
"That's right!
Young man, we can work for you!"
The other seven Flying Sky Yin Monkeys also chimed in, pleading for mercy.
These eight Flying Sky Yin Monkeys had all been buried beneath the earth for exceedingly long years—it was akin to having died once already. Now facing death again, they recalled those desolate, long, monotonous, sunless days they had endured underground and were truly unwilling to experience it again.
"Work for me?"
Ye Yunfei halted his movements, his sharp gaze fixed on the eight Flying Sky Yin Monkeys.
"I wonder if I can use the Puppet Soul Threads secret art to subdue them?"
Ye Yunfei thought inwardly.
"Everyone, please take out all the treasures you possess that contain Soul Force energy.
Rest assured, I will compensate you all later."
After a moment's thought, Ye Yunfei addressed the high-ranking members of the Tianxuan Army.
The high-ranking members of the Tianxuan Army, each and every one, took out all the Soul Force energy-containing treasures on their persons without hesitation, piling them up around Ye Yunfei's body.
Ye Yunfei also produced several dozen spatial rings.
During this period, Ye Yunfei had slain many Dao Origin Realm experts, and he had taken all their possessions.
Whoosh…
Ye Yunfei withdrew a large number of Soul Force energy-containing treasures from those spatial rings.
By now, around Ye Yunfei's body were piled mounds upon mounds of treasures: medicinal herbs, pills, soul stones, and other various items containing Soul Force energy. They lay like range upon range of mountains, continuous and undulating, their quantity astonishing.
Whoosh whoosh…
The Soul-Nourishing Tree manifested within Ye Yunfei's Soul Sea, erupting with powerful suction force, beginning to rapidly absorb the Soul Force energy contained within the surrounding treasures.
Ye Yunfei's Soul Power strength began to rise!
Puppet Soul Threads Secret Art!
Ye Yunfei executed the Puppet Soul Threads secret art. Strand after strand of puppet soul threads continuously spewed forth from his Soul Sea, charging towards the Soul Sea of one of the Flying Sky Yin Monkeys.
That Flying Sky Yin Monkey was startled and wanted to dodge.
"Do not dodge!
Or you die!"
Ye Yunfei raised the Netherworld Yin Blade, aiming it at this Flying Sky Yin Monkey, and barked sternly.
That Flying Sky Yin Monkey had no choice but to obediently remain still.
Strand after strand of puppet soul threads charged into the Flying Sky Yin Monkey's Soul Sea, coiling towards his Soul Body.
This Flying Sky Yin Monkey knew things were going badly, but with the Netherworld Yin Blade aimed directly at him, he simply did not dare resist.
The puppet soul threads coiled around the Flying Sky Yin Monkey's Soul Body. Within moments, it was as if wrapping a zongzi—packed tightly and thoroughly.
However, this Flying Sky Yin Monkey's soul energy was exceedingly powerful. Merging the puppet soul threads into his Soul Body was no easy task.
Whoosh whoosh…
The Soul-Nourishing Tree swayed unceasingly, erupting with powerful suction force, continuously absorbing the Soul Force energy contained within the treasures piled around Ye Yunfei.
Vast torrents of Soul Force energy, like mighty rivers of the Yangtze, howled as they surged into Ye Yunfei's Soul Sea, ultimately being absorbed by the Soul-Nourishing Tree and Ye Yunfei's own Soul Body.
Supported by this Soul Force energy, Ye Yunfei continuously condensed more and more puppet soul threads, ceaselessly assaulting the Flying Sky Yin Monkey's Soul Sea and coiling around his Soul Body.
Ahh ahh…
That Flying Sky Yin Monkey was beginning to suffer, starting to scream.
The other seven Flying Sky Yin Monkeys watched with horror, sent shivers of terror down their spines, their bodies turning cold.
"Young man, spare us! Don't kill us!"
Those seven Flying Sky Yin Monkeys began pleading for mercy again.
"Rest assured, as long as you cooperate obediently, I will not kill you. You will not die."
Ye Yunfei said.