As the red light suddenly burst open, Zuo Yan screamed in pain, his throat hoarse.
He rolled on the ground in agony, shouting hoarsely, his screams ringing throughout the entire mountain, instilling fear in anyone who heard it.
This Blood Poisonous Insect was a treasure obtained by Nie Jiuque’s father from the body of an Ancient Fierce Beast. It took great effort to barely tame it for his own use.
And this Blood Poisonous Insect was specifically used to control people like Zuo Yan, whose intentions were impure.
This Blood Poisonous Insect once used the beast’s blood essence as nourishment. Not to mention Zuo Yan, even Nie Jiuque’s father, including himself, did not have a way to remove this insect.
Once this Blood Poisonous Insect is planted, unless you die, you can never get rid of it.
And once the poison of this insect acts up, it can torture a person to death within half an hour.
Most of the time, it doesn’t even take half an hour; people can’t hold out for more than five minutes before ending themselves.
For Nie Jiuque, this Blood Poisonous Insect is an invaluable treasure, but for others, it is a rare poison to be avoided at all costs.
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Zuo Yan, tortured to the brink of death, had no choice but to confess.
"In, in..." Zuo Yan, whether deliberately or truly in too much pain to continue, mumbled for several sentences without saying anything coherent.
Nie Jiuque had to stop.
The moment the insect’s poison ceased its attack, Zuo Yan felt as if reborn, and he instantly stopped rolling and screaming.
Exhausted, he lay on the ground, face pale, gasping for air.
In such a state, he looked truly wretched.
But at this moment, he no longer had the strength to care for his image.
After all, he almost lost his life.
Nie Jiuque glanced at him and stood up.
"Speak, where are they?!"
Zuo Yan swallowed, regaining some strength, and then spoke up: "Ye... Ye Qi is being held by me. As for their Clan Leader, I... I don’t know..."
Upon hearing that Ye Qi was still alive and the Cat Demon Clan’s Clan Leader had not fallen into his hands, Nie Jiuque exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Return Ye Qi to me intact, find the Cat Demon Clan’s Clan Leader for me. I’ll spare you this time, but dare to do it again, and I’ll destroy you!"
Nie Jiuque stared at Zuo Yan on the ground, the last few words he spoke with extra emphasis.
Zuo Yan struggled to get up, pathetically kneeling on the ground, bowed his head, and answered: "...Yes."
"In my eyes, Nie Jiuque’s, there’s no room for grains of sand. Put away your ambition, a king will always be a king, a subject can never be a king!"
Nie Jiuque’s haughty and imperious voice rang overhead, each word penetratingly uttered, entering Zuo Yan’s ear, each word clear and tormenting.
Zuo Yan lowered his head, his hands on the ground clenched into fists.
When he looked up again, Nie Jiuque’s figure was already gone from sight.
His presence had also disappeared without a trace.
Zuo Yan lowered his head again, staring at the ground full of little stones, suddenly quirked his lips into a smile.
He slowly stood up, Nie Jiuque’s earlier words echoed in his mind: a king will always be a king, a subject can never be a king!
Zuo Yan raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and let out a cold laugh.
"Nie Jiuque, do you still wish to rely on Jun Moyan to return to the Demon Realm? Dream on, Gu Sheng won’t live long, I see how you plan to gather its Soul Fragment."
Zuo Yan looked at the bloodstains on his hand, raised it, and stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from his hand.
About Nie Jiuque’s matters here, he’d already known, really knew it early on,