Ye Qingfeng's gaze was indifferent, then with a wave of his hand, flames swept up, forming a spear.

"From the day he came to Huaxia to commit evil, this was the fate he deserved!"

Ye Qingfeng stamped his foot, but the spear in his hand was not thrown; instead, he charged at the two with the Soul-devouring Flame Spear.

Hadi felt uneasy as he tightly embraced Slaga, his body suddenly frozen.

Ye Qingfeng had already rushed close, pressing down with one hand.

His palm met no resistance, directly penetrating Hadi's body.

Hadi and Slaga's figures gradually dissipated; they were merely afterimages.

"The same trick, used twice in front of me, is it effective?"

Ye Qingfeng grinned, stamped his foot, and the sound of thunder erupted.

"Zzzla!"

Lightning flashed, and Hadi's face showed fear as Ye Qingfeng suddenly appeared above his head.

"Pop!"

In a moment of shock, Hadi's thick wolf arm had already been seized by Ye Qingfeng.

"Get lost!"

With one hand, Ye Qingfeng exerted force, yanking Hadi aside, and as he left an opening, the dying Slaga was completely exposed before Ye Qingfeng.

"Soul-devouring Flame Spear, Devour and Consume!"

His eyes bore infinite coldness as the flaming spear in his right hand thrust directly forward.

"Splat!"

A soft sound echoed as the flaming spear, under Hadi's horrified expression, pierced directly through Slaga's body.

Slaga, who had already fallen into silence, suddenly opened his eyes, and his piercing scream echoed through the sky.

"Ah!"

After the flaming spear plunged into Slaga's chest, it dissipated immediately, but a flame imprint sank deeply into Slaga's chest, with only his agonizing wails echoing through the heavens and the earth.

The Soul-devouring Flame Spear slowly eats away at the life force of its victim, making them "enjoy" endless torment and pain, only to slowly die in the end.

At this moment, Slaga felt as if his entire body were being bitten by thousands of flesh-eating insects, the pain akin to being sliced by a thousand cuts, and his desperate scratching was of no use, the agony grew more intense.

"Enjoy it slowly!"

Ye Qingfeng watched this scene without a trace of sympathy or pity. When Slaga slaughtered and devoured the innocent people of Huaxia, weren't they suffering immensely too?

Seeing Slaga's horrendous state, Hadi found that no matter how much Dark Race Power he used, it had no effect, as the flame imprint remained buried deep within Slaga's heart, relentlessly ravaging the last remnants of his life force.

Ye Qingfeng turned away apathetically; his mission in Russia was complete, and there was no need to linger. Once hit by the Soul-devouring Flame Spear, even a Daluo Golden Immortal would find it hard to escape death.

"Ye Jiujie!"

Just as he was about to leave, Hadi's roar echoed out.

"Today, I want you dead!"

Ye Qingfeng slowly turned back, his expression unchanged.

"Oh? Just you?"

Hadi didn't answer; instead, he suddenly tilted his head to the sky, his massive mouth opening wide.

"Awooo!"

The howl of the wolf turned into waves of sound, spreading in all directions.

"Dark Race Gathering Order!"

"Awooo!"

The howl continued to radiate, the special sound waves spreading around.

Hadi's voice was mournful and furious, infecting the entire heavens and earth.

For a long time, he remained howling before closing his mouth and lowering his head, but the sound continued to echo in all directions.

"Ye Jiujie, you dare to kill a member of my Dark Race Wolfman Clan; you will surely be torn to pieces!"

He looked at Ye Qingfeng with overflowing killing intent in his eyes.

Their Dark Race Wolfman Clan was incredibly powerful and united; the death of any clan member was considered a great shame.

Moreover, their Dark Race Wolfman Clan was so formidable that except for a great ancient battle that left them heavily damaged, almost no clan members had ever died at the hands of outsiders.

But today, not only did Ye Qingfeng chase them from the border, but he also pierced his most beloved nephew Slaga through the chest with a spear right in front of him. How could he tolerate it?

This was unquestionably his greatest humiliation, as well as the greatest humiliation for the Dark Race Wolfman Clan.

"Tearing me to pieces isn't done with words!"

Ye Qingfeng remained exceedingly calm, having never truly regarded Hadi as anything significant.

Hadi's cultivation was indeed strong; if measured by human Martial Artist standards, he was at the level of an Intermediate War Emperor, akin to the realm of Demon Punishment Palace's founder Xing Mozi.

But even though an Intermediate War Emperor was powerful, Ye Qingfeng had absolute confidence in defeating him.

Glancing at Hadi, it seemed he had no intention of acting, and so Ye Qingfeng shook his head lightly, deciding to disregard it and return to Huaxia immediately.

Just then, his gaze suddenly hardened.

"Bang..."

With six consecutive muffled sounds, six figures shot out from different positions in the snowy terrain of the glacial wilderness.

Ye Qingfeng looked around. These suddenly appeared six figures were elders, but their attire was extremely bizarre, with scarce fabric covering their emaciated frames.

Yet in this icy world, they appeared incredibly calm, with eyes full of ancient laments.

One elder first glanced at Ye Qingfeng, then looked at Hadi and asked, "Summoning us with the Dark Race Gathering Order, what important event has occurred?"

The Dark Race Gathering Order is a unique communication method of the Dark Race Wolfman Clan, used only among the highest-ranking Dark Race Wolfmen.

The wolf howls of Hadi just now were the signal of the Dark Night Gathering Order; the six elders he summoned held equal repute among the Dark Race Wolfman Clan, and if ranked, Hadi would at most be fifth in position.

Before Hadi could respond, the group's eyes shifted and suddenly saw Slaga, rolling and convulsing on the icy wilderness, and their eyes immediately hardened.

"Slaga?"

All six elders stepped out instantaneously, appearing as though they could pierce spatial boundaries, directly reaching Slaga's side.

The six bent down to examine and found that within Slaga's body resided an extremely powerful and terrifying heat force, settling in the heart but spreading to his limbs, slowly consuming his life force.

Taking turns, the six tried to help Slaga remove this force, but all efforts were in vain, leaving them both shocked and furious.

With indifference, the six turned around, eyes fixating on Ye Qingfeng. How could they not understand what had happened?

"You did this?"

One of them looked at Ye Qingfeng, asking icily, eyes already brimming with intense killing intent.

"Indeed, it was me!" Ye Qingfeng replied calmly, with a hint of mocking smile in his eyes.

"Rumor has it, that the Dark Race Wolfman Clan was entirely annihilated in that great ancient battle; it seems that was a myth. I didn't expect there were still so many Dark Race Wolfmen left in this world!"

The six elders looked at Slaga again, their rage swelling once more.

They glanced at Ye Qingfeng and spoke indifferently, "Young human, whoever you are, immediately remove the flame power from Slaga's body, and we might allow you to leave!"

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