As Han Li put away the small green ruler and lightly descended in front of him, the Nascent Soul revealed a resentful and poison-filled expression.
Its gaze was chilling as it stared at Han Li, lips tightly sealed.
Obviously, the Great Elder of the Minor Extreme Palace was acutely aware that since the struggle had reached this point, any pleas for mercy would be utterly self-degrading.
Perhaps his only regret was not using a secret technique to destroy his own Nascent Soul before being restrained. Now that he had been completely subdued by Han Li, the notion of self-detonating the Nascent Soul was nothing more than wishful thinking.
Looking at the restrained Nascent Soul of Han Li, he slightly smiled without saying another word. He shook his sleeve, and a small green bottle shot out, arriving above the Nascent Soul in a flash.
Han Li lightly tapped the bottle.
