Traveling through the world of beasts: Beast husbands! Stop snatching!

The truth and the falsehood are crystal clear at this moment.

Ye Shang's scarlet eyes stared coldly at the imposter in front of him, who was wearing Shang Wan's face, and a cold smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't speak, but slowly raised his hand, his five fingers slightly clenched, as if he had grasped something in the void.

"Shang Wan's" expression changed, as if she had sensed a deadly danger.

Just as Ye Shang's fingertips were about to touch his face...

"boom!"

With a soft thud, a thick plume of black smoke suddenly exploded.

"Shangwan's" figure instantly disintegrated, transforming into a pitch-black whirlwind that rushed madly toward the open window.

The wind was incredibly fast, slipping through the smallest crack in the windowpane and leaving only a faint, metallic scent of monsters behind.

"There's no wind! Hurry and catch up with him!"

Before Zhiye's exclamation had even subsided, a vibrant, blood-red veil shot out like an arrow from beside Yuan Xiao, followed by a black gust of wind that darted out the window and disappeared into the deep night.

Black Wind moved at an astonishing speed, leaving a twisted trail in the night sky, like a startled venomous snake fleeing desperately into the depths of the Eternal Forest.

It swept across the sleeping tree canopy, bringing with it a series of uneasy whistles that startled several birds that were roosting at night.

However, that red veil still followed her like a shadow.

No matter how fast the black wind speeds up, changes direction, or even tries to blend into the night wind, that bright red color always manages to precisely bite its tail in the next moment.

The distance between them has not increased; on the contrary, it is gradually getting closer.

The black wind suddenly swerved and disappeared into a denser jungle below.

This is the territory of the cat-like orcs. Thick vines and intertwined branches form a natural speed bump, which Black Wind is trying to use to shake off Red Veil's pursuit.

The red gauze was incredibly light, sometimes weaving through the gaps in the branches and leaves like a snake, and sometimes spreading out like a thin mist, enveloping an area.

No matter how the black wind changes its path, it can always lock onto its target again.

Seeing that there was no hope of shaking it off, Black Wind seemed to have been forced to reveal its ferocity and stopped trying to escape.

It suddenly swirled back, condensing into a thick, inky mist, and deliberately crashed into the relentlessly pursuing red gauze.

The red veil neither flinched nor dodged; its front end hardened instantly, like a blood-red blade, piercing fiercely into the center of the black mist!

laugh!

A sound like a red-hot iron block falling into ice water.

The black mist churned violently, emitting a silent shriek, and its surface seemed to have been "burned" into a hole, from which more black mist escaped.

It writhed wildly, sending out several tentacled black gusts of wind that coiled around the red gauze, trying to tear it apart.

The red gauze was incredibly agile, sometimes dispersing into several strands that lashed at the black wind tentacles like whips, each strike causing the black wind to tremble and dim slightly; at other times it would condense into a cone and thrust forward again.

The black wind fought back desperately, whipping up a foul-smelling whirlwind that swept up withered branches and leaves from the ground and attacked the red gauze. However, the red gauze, which appeared thin but was actually incredibly tough, either deflected it or shredded it.

The two were locked in a fierce struggle above the silent forest, the clash between red and black under the moonlight silent yet extremely dangerous.

The black wind charged left and right, but it could not shake off the red gauze's relentless pursuit and attacks, which were like maggots clinging to its bones. Its aura was visibly weakening and dissipating.

Clearly, in this contest of pure strength and speed, the red veil that combined the power of Zhiye and Shangwan firmly held the upper hand.

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Deep within the Abyss of Despair, in the ancient castle of the Blood Demon Brothers, constructed of dark red crystals.

Inside the empty and cold hall, dark red flames burned eternally on the walls, casting a bloodthirsty glow over everything.

At this moment, a figure was pinned to the roughest rock face.

There is no wind.

He was in a sorry state at this moment, and could no longer maintain the appearance of "Shang Wan", and had returned to his original appearance.

At this moment, Wufeng's face was pale and his eyes were sinister, completely devoid of his former arrogance and haughtiness.

Several dark red spikes formed from pure magic pierced through his shoulders, hands, and leg bones, pinning him firmly to the wall. No blood flowed from the wounds, but wisps of black energy continued to emanate from them.

That was a sign that his demonic soul was damaged.

His face was ashen, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his body convulsed slightly from the pain.

Ye Shang stood a few steps away from him, still sporting that eerie appearance with red hair and a black robe.

He calmly adjusted his cuffs, his scarlet pupils sweeping across the still air, devoid of any warmth.

"Let's talk," Ye Shang said, his voice calm yet carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

Wu Feng forced a smile, a smile more painful than a grimace, his voice hoarse with weakness: "What do you want to know?"

"What exactly do you want?" Ye Shang asked directly.

Wu Feng looked at him, his eyes flickering, then suddenly grinned, revealing a malicious smirk: "What do I want to do? You just saw what I wanted to do... Too bad, I almost succeeded. That little female, she must have tasted..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Ye Shang didn't even get angry; he simply beckoned with his finger.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, Wu Feng let out an extremely shrill scream. His entire face instantly twisted and deformed, his eyes bulged out, and tears and snot streamed uncontrollably down his face.

He felt as if a red-hot hook was violently stirring and tearing at the core of his soul inside his head.

The pain far surpassed physical torture, striking directly into the deepest recesses of the demonic soul.

A thin, faint yet clearly visible gray-black thread, seemingly drawn by an invisible force, was forcibly pulled from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head and slowly drifted toward Ye Shang's fingertips.

With each passing minute, the howling, even without wind, grew more ferocious, and the body trembled like a leaf.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Stop! Stop now! It was Hui! Hui made me do it! It was all his idea!"

Wu Feng collapsed with a loud shout, no longer daring to conceal or provoke in the slightest.

Ye Shang paused slightly, and the wisp of soul that had been extracted stopped in mid-air.

A flicker of surprise crossed his bloodshot eyes, but it quickly turned cold again.

"Oh? Go on."

He had not fully withdrawn his power; the wisp of soul was still connected to Wufeng's demonic soul, bringing a continuous and excruciating dull pain, reminding Wufeng to tell the truth.

He was panting heavily, his whole body soaked in sweat, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

He dared not try any more tricks and confessed haltingly, "It was Hui... He wanted to get rid of Yuan Xiao, that female... He knew, I know you two brothers are both obsessed with her... If something happens to her, you will definitely go crazy and will do anything to seek revenge on Hui... At that time, you will both be severely injured, and I... I will be able to take advantage of the situation..."