Underground, in the Demon Palace.
"My Lord... My Lord..." Prince Ye's soul wailed and slowly crawled towards the huge heart on the ground.
Princess Qinghe, Feng Qianjun, Xiao Shan, a tall and majestic general with a pre-Qin helmet on his face, Wang Meng with a broken arm, Sima Wei, and a huge rotten wolf surrounded Wang Ziye. The remaining two souls and seven spirits of Wang Ziye struggled on the ground, climbed onto the altar, and reached out a hand towards his heart.
"You...a piece of trash," Chi You's voice said, "you claimed to have a plan that was perfect, but in the end you ended up like this."
A little bit of devil's blood dripped from the heart and fell into Wang Ziye's soul. Wang Ziye let out a strange howl, and ripples appeared in the phantom of his soul, which slowly dispersed and reunited to reveal a hazy figure.
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