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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nFang Mingze and Tang Zhenyu looked up at the sky. They saw that the terrifying figure that was like a god just now had turned into this tragic state.

nThey stood there in a daze for a long time, their faces filled with disbelief.

nWhen did a Rank-9 grandmaster become so weak?

nShouldn’t his attacks be earth-shattering?

nEven if it didn’t work out, they could exchange a few blows at the least.

nJust like that, the figure was grabbed in the palm of someone’s hand. Wasn’t this a little embarrassing for a Rank-9 grandmaster?

nThe Silver-Winged Cloud Leopard raised its head and glanced at the figure roaring crazily in the air. Then, it calmly turned its head. Indeed, this pretentious fellow was unlucky!

nAfterward, it turned its gaze to the two people who were so shocked that they could not speak. It could not help but purse its lips. They were simply country bumpkins!

nIt thought, “Sit down, sit down. This is all routine!”

nMeanwhile, Heyuan Tingkong endured the immense pain and roared crazily, “Human! Let me go! Otherwise, when the experts of the Yang God Clan descend, they will definitely kill you!”

nHowever, Wang Yi ignored him and continued to increase the power of the flames. He was already in such a bad state, yet he was still so stubborn?

nHowever, he was also a little puzzled. Could it be that the other party’s strength as a Rank-9 grandmaster was fake? He was too weak!

nIn order to capture the other party alive, Wang Yi did not dare to use the flying daggers that specialized in killing the spirit. Instead, he chose to use the Nine Suns Divine Art technique.

nEven so, he had only used less than 10% of his strength and did not dare to use his full strength!

nBut he did not expect the other party to not be able to take it.

nAs the flames continued to grow stronger, Heyuan Tingkong’s painful roar became even more miserable.

n“Ah! I can’t stand it. It hurts. Stop it! Stop it now!” “Lord, please have mercy on me! Lord, please have mercy on me!”

n“Lord, I’m willing to submit. Please stop, Lord!”

nHowever, Wang Yi turned a deaf ear to his pleas and kept increasing the power of the flames.

nThe nine-meter-tall figure shrank as the flames burned.

nEight meters!

nSix meters!

nFive meters!

nAs the figure shrank, its strength kept decreasing.

nFor every meter the figure shrank, his realm also fell by a level.

nOnly when the figure shrank to a meter did the huge palm suddenly let go,

nrevealing the figure inside!

nWang Yi crossed his arms and looked down at the figure with a smile.

nYes! That was much better. He had to look down!

n“Ah!”

nHeyuan Tingkong, who had been tortured by the pain and was a little dazed, suddenly screamed again.

nHe roared in disbelief. “My mental power!”

nAt this moment, after being tempered by the flames, his cultivation level had actually fallen to Rank-I!

nHearing the other party’s noisy voice, Wang Yi could not help but frown. He shouted in a low voice, “Quiet!”

nHeyuan Tingkong was like a mouse that had seen a cat. He subconsciously shrank his neck and instantly stopped talking.

nOnly then did Wang Yi nod in satisfaction. Then, he said, “Next up, I’ll ask you

nsome questions and you will answer. If I feel that you are lymg, don’t speak any more in the future!”

n“I wouldn’t dare! I wouldn’t dare! Please ask!” After hearing Wang Yi’s words, Heyuan Tingkong hurriedly nodded in agreement.

nHe was afraid that if he answered too late, Wang Yi would burn him with the flames again. After all, the pain was too terrifying!

n“The two of you, come along and listen as well!” Seeing that the other party was willing to speak, Wang Yi gestured for the other two to follow him.

nFor a moment, the two of them found it difficult to accept that a Rank-9 grandmaster had actually ended up in such a miserable state.

nHowever, at the same time, they felt even more reverence for Wang Yi!

nFang Mingze jogged across the room and brought out a chair, placing it beside Wang Yi.

nWang Yi did not hold back. He sat down and crossed his legs comfortably.

nThen, he got straight to the point. “What is the Yang God Race?”

nHeyuan Tingkong almost vomited blood. Of course, he had to have a physical body to do so.

nHe felt that Wang Yi’s words sounded like an insult, but he had no choice but to lower his head. He could only answer honestly.

n“Sir, the members of the Yang God Race are not creatures of this world. We entered this world through a spatial rift!”

nAt this moment, Wang Yi’s interest was piqued. He did not expect that he would catch a big fish with just a casual action.

nThis was an unexpected surprise. However, did this count as transmigration?

nIf it was transmigration, could he also pass through the so-called spatial rift and return to his world?

n“Can you use the spatial rift you mentioned to freely travel across worlds?” Wang Yi asked expectantly.

n“Lord, you must be joking. How is that possible? The spatial rift is extremely dangerous. Those who are not strong enough will instantly be crushed into pieces if they enter. How can they travel casually?!”

n“Besides, spatial rifts have a fixed orientation and only exist between two worlds.’

n“In other words, this rift can only support the entry from our world into this world, or from this world into ours!”

nWang Yi could not help but feel a little disappointed when he heard that. This was a little useless.

nHowever, this was better than nothing. There was still a chance, wasn’t there!

n“Are all the living beings in your world spiritual entities like you?

nThen, Wang Yi asked the question he had been curious about.

nThe other party existed in the same state as the ghosts in legends.

nIf everyone in their world was like him, then it was very likely that that world was an existence similar to hell!

n“Although everyone in our world focuses on spiritual power, we also have physical bodies!”

n“However, because the spatial rift has only just formed and is not very stable, the tearing force is too violent.”

n“Unfortunately, our bodies are too weak. Thus, when we pass through the spatial rift, we have no choice but to give up our bodies and choose to enter with our spiritual power.’

n“Even so, it’s extremely dangerous. Out of ten people, only one or two can enter this world alive.”

nSo, he wasn’t a ghost!

nPreviously, Wang Yi had really thought that he encountered a ghost. But after all that, it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

nEh!

nThat wasn’t right. Wang Yi suddenly realized something. Was this guy lying to him?

nEven with Wang Yi’s almost invincible strength as a Rank-9 martial artist, his spiritual power still couldn’t survive alone for a long time. How could an ordinary Rank-9 grandmaster like Heyuan Tingkong be able to maintain his spiritual power away from his body for a long time?

nAt the thought of this, a cold glint flashed across Wang Yi’s eyes. The way he looked at the other party became even more unfriendly.

nHeyuan Tingkong felt a chill run down his spine from Wang Yi’s gaze. He couldn’t help but shiver and ask guiltily, “S-sir, what did I do wrong?

nWang Yi simply stared at the other party. His cold voice sounded faintly like a whisper from hell!

n“Didn’t I say that if you dare lie to me, you won’t have a chance to speak again?

nPlop!

nHeyuan Tingkong was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. He looked at Wang Yi in horror and explained loudly.

n“Lord! I’m innocent! Even if you give me ten guts, I wouldn’t dare to deceive you!”

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