After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

"Shut up. After I've dealt with him, I'll slowly drain all the spiritual energy from your body. Before long, I'll be back to normal, and my cultivation level might even be higher."

Wu Ye was like a madman, talking to himself in a frenzied manner as if he had fallen into some kind of demonic possession.

"I really didn't know I had this function."

Thinking about it, it makes sense. He also has half dragon blood, and dragons are divine beasts, so they might really have that effect.

"Wu Ye, you're insane! Do you even know who he is? You've harmed him! Do you want the entire Wu clan to be buried with you?!"

Like Wu Xi, Wu Yan felt a chill run down his spine when he thought of the two people behind the egg. Their Wu clan could not afford to offend them, nor could they afford to offend them.

"Yes, yes, that's right."

Mo Shan'an showed no fear of being a hostage, calmly echoing the old man's words: "A person who has been struck by lightning, would he still be afraid of these things?"

"Heh, I don't care who they are. In my hands, even gods will be at my beck and call."

"Since that's the case, then I will clean up the mess for the Chief Witch." The Witch Clan will never be ruined in his hands.

The darkness before Mo Shan'an's eyes gradually faded, but he was still trapped in place and unable to move. However, it was fine; he could comfortably watch the two people opposite him fight.

"This elder's actions are truly extraordinary," someone with experience said.

Although the old man was old, every time he made a move, he would target the center of the opponent's brow. From the shadowy figure's repeated dodges, it was clear that this was his weakness.

Wu Yan knew Wu Ye's current situation. He was the one who saved him, and he knew from the fact that Wu Ye needed to absorb a lot of vital energy that he must be injured.

"bang"

The soul lamp in Wu Yan's hand was the one he used to help Wu Ye gather his soul that day. It still contained Wu Ye's aura. He mobilized all his cultivation and gathered it on the wick, trying to forcibly trap the other party inside.

"Old man, you actually had a trick up your sleeve."

When Wu Ye saw the Soul Gathering Lamp, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had clearly destroyed it, yet there were still some that had escaped.

"You think you can subdue me like this?"

Mo Shan'an watched as the humanoid black shadow instantly disintegrated into more than a dozen wisps of black mist that scattered in all directions, making it impossible to discern the main body.

But he could see it quite clearly; the other black mists didn't have any specks, only the middle patch of black mist was clearly different from the others.

Mo Shan'an was pondering whether to warn the old man opposite him when he heard a roar.

"Even if I die today, I will seal you away, you wicked beast."

After saying that, he directly blasted the Soul Gathering Lamp into his body, concentrating all his cultivation to tear a large hole in his chest. The bloody mess made Mo Shan'an grimace and cry out, "It hurts so much!"

The gaping hole emitted a dark blue light, forming a vortex that continuously drew black mist into its body.

By the time Wu Ye realized that the other party wanted to die together with him, it was too late.

"You'll die if you keep doing this!"

"How about this, you let me leave the Witch Clan, and I'll release that egg—no, I'll give it to you!"

The old man kept his eyes closed, ignoring Wu Ye's pleas for mercy and showing no intention of letting him go.

"Aaaaaah, you old man, you'll regret this!"

The man's terrified scream startled Wu Xi, who was lying unconscious on the ground. He propped himself up with one hand, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his pupils dilated in shock. He tried to get up and stop it.

"Elder!"

Wu Yan slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the man on the ground, and said with a serious expression, "Wu Xi, from now on you will be an elder of the Wu Clan. Perhaps your idea is right. The future of the Wu Clan depends on you."

"Elder?"

Wu Xi was taken aback for a moment. After the old man finished speaking, he smiled at him, a hint of relief in his smile.

"No, you can't do this! I am a disciple of the Witch Clan! You can't kill me!"

Wu Yan sighed, his gaze fixed firmly on the fleeing black mass, and with a heavy heart, he pulled the Soul Gathering Lamp from the mangled flesh of the chest.

"Pfft"

The heart housed the Soul-Gathering Lamp, and the moment it was pulled out, it unleashed a tremendous blue light, directly sucking Wu Ye, who was trying to escape, into the lamp.

"I told you, you can't escape."

Mo Shan'an pursed his lips. The old man's tragic figure came into view. He knew the outcome when the old man came here alone.

It's not hard to guess that the Witch Clan has always been a gregarious race. Now that a Witch Clan disciple has been found to be massacring his own people, they absolutely cannot let anyone else know about this.

Moreover, Wu Ye is the son of the former elder. Wu Yan cannot let this matter get out. The elder has been respected by everyone in the Wu clan throughout his life. He cannot leave a stain on his reputation because of an unfilial son.

"I'm tired too, it's time for me to get some rest."

With his last ounce of strength, Wu Yan looked at the golden egg not far away, smiled and teased, "It seems I have to break my promise. I can't give you the Wu Clan's most treasured artifact."

"Old man, I don't really want your clan's most treasured artifact." What does a young demon prince like him have that he doesn't need!

"In that case, I can rest assured."

"you"

Mo Shan'an watched as the old man crushed his own heart. The old man then closed his eyes, and his body and the lamp turned into blue specks of light that scattered in the air.

Such a beautiful scene was created through death.

"No, Elder!"

Mo Shan'an looked up at the heartbroken man kneeling on the ground, wailing. No one could possibly bear to see their loved one leave so tragically.

This reminded him of the scene in the quicksand. Mo Shan'an dared not ask, and even his return this time might be related to them.

Just as he was deep in thought, his vision suddenly went dark, and a familiar voice sounded from above.

"stop looking"

Di Moxiao placed his hand on the eggshell to block his view, and glanced at the person who was slowly walking behind him. If it weren't for someone interfering, he wouldn't have arrived so late.

"he"

Hearing Mo Shan'an's hesitant words, Di Moxiao raised his hand and gathered the dissipating blue light. It wasn't too late; at least it wasn't to the point of his soul being scattered.

Wu Xi stared intently at the starlight gathering in the sky. He saw a phantom emerging from the light, his eyes widened, and he struggled to his feet, murmuring to himself.

"Elders"

Wu Yan glanced at the man first, then bowed and thanked the distant "Dragon Lord for his help."

Wu Yan was slightly surprised that Di Moxiao would actually take action to gather his soul consciousness.

Mo Shan'an looked at the person in front of him in surprise. "He's alive?"

"I merely helped him to condense his soul, giving him a chance to be reincarnated."

Wu Xi wiped away her tears, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Di Moxiao, saying, "Thank you, Dragon Lord."