"Furthermore, I not only touched a hair on your prince's head, but I also intend to torture and kill him. What can you do about it?" Jiang Yuan deliberately mocked the middle-aged Holy Spirit.

"What a heartless and ungrateful human race!" the middle-aged Holy Spirit said through gritted teeth.

Jiang Yuan locked Qiao Ling's neck, who was being restrained, and then pulled out the God-Slaying Spear.

"If you don't stop now, let's see who can last the longest!"

He used his quick-draw technique, and with his divine power surging, the God-Slaying Spear became incredibly powerful, instantly killing the several Holy Spirits who rushed up.

"Kill!" The middle-aged Holy Spirit knew that yielding at this moment would only hasten his prince's death. Only by showing the other side their military strength would they have the right to negotiate.

The Holy Spirit Clan members charged towards Jiang Yuan relentlessly. As for Yu Tu, she could no longer hold on; several horned pseudo-Holy Spirits had already inflicted several wounds on her, and it was only a matter of time before she was captured or killed.

Jiang Yuan held Qiao Ling hostage with one hand and fought with his gun in the other. His Bloodlust value had already provided him with nearly 300 points of divine energy, which was the limit of Bloodlust.

Ding! The two-minute battle of the gods has ended!

There were already more than a dozen Holy Spirit corpses lying at Jiang Yuan's feet. Each of them was an eighth or ninth-level being in life, but now they were being slaughtered at Jiang Yuan's behest.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Jiang Yuan's breathing was extremely heavy. The continuous absorption of life force by the Desolate Spirit had brought his physical body to the brink of collapse, and prolonged overload would only exacerbate the Desolate Spirit's aftereffects. But he had no choice but to fight.

"Boy, look who this is!" The middle-aged man laughed maniacally, raising his right hand high, which was gripping the long neck of the rabbit.

Jiang Yuan turned his head and saw everything. This was within his expectations. Yu Tu had a single-element soul energy and was not at a disadvantage in terms of cultivation level. It was already remarkable that it could persist for so long.

"Jiang Yuan, save him..."

The rabbit tried to struggle, but the middle-aged holy man's palm tightened, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't utter the next word. Instead, she made herself look extremely embarrassed, and even Jiang Yuan felt a pang of sympathy when he saw her.

However, now is not the time to show mercy; letting Qiao Ling go would be suicide.

"Exchange hostages, and we can still have a proper talk!"