In the depths of the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range, a large swath of vegetation had been flattened, and a massive pit was carved into the ground. The aftermath of the fierce battle between two factions was brutal; blood and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.
The once high-spirited Sun Yuhu had survived, but he was in a pitiful state. Covered in blood, his face swollen and bruised, he was pinned to the ground under Kong Fusheng's foot.
"Uncle Kong, everything I said is true! Please, you have to believe me!" Sun Yuhu pleaded. He had no choice but to beg for mercy; all of his men were dead, leaving him completely alone.
Kong Fusheng's side had also suffered heavy losses. Besides himself, there was only one survivor, and that man was missing both his arms and legs.
"Bullshit! How could a Soul Seal possibly be forced out!"
Although Kong Fusheng had just listened to Sun Yuhu's detailed account of the encounter with Ning Xuan's group, the whole story sounded like a lie.
