As the clan leader of the Qingmo Clan, Chen Boyuan was the first to be harvested by Old Bao.
Watching his clansmen one by one getting swallowed by shadows and torn apart by unknown creatures in the dark, Chen Tong broke down and began to beg Zhang Yue for mercy.
"Master, please! Many of them didn't even know, and you weren't harmed either."
"I…"
Chen Tong wasn't able to finish his sentence before several dark purple thorns spread from behind Zhang Yue and wrapped around him, lifting him into the air.
The thorns pierced through Chen Tong's skin, and blood streamed down along the thorns.
Two thorns coiled around his neck, preventing Chen Tong from speaking further.
Chen Tong struggled desperately, each movement driving the thorns deeper into his body.
Zhang Yue's voice, devoid of emotion, addressed Chen Tong.
