"Old Zheng!" The Rank-A Player glanced over here, used a prop to bind the Mechanical Being, and immediately rushed to the old man's side.
Xu Huo kept some distance from them; he confirmed the old man was dead, though he hadn't expected it would happen so easily.
"Having talent doesn't mean you live long. If you have no talent, you just need to be even more careful."
The old man was too confident in his Spiritual World. That white flame could indeed drain Xu Huo's spiritual power, but it didn't mean it could destroy his Spiritual World. On the contrary, their psychic powers would interfere with each other more deeply, affecting personal judgment—eyes and ears can fool you, so can illusions.
Seeing the Rank-A Player quickly put the elder's corpse into the freezer box, Xu Huo narrowed his eyes, "You mean to tell me that not one of Han Family's heirs is worth as much as a Psychic Evolver?"
