The leopard-shaped Desolate Beast was scorched by the flames, its soul fragments continuously scattering as agonizing wails tore from its throat.
It stared fixedly at Lord Yan, its eyes brimming with hatred. "Why! Why won't you rest in peace even in death? Why must you refuse to let me go, even now that you've been reduced to a mere shred of consciousness?"
Fang Qingze watched silently, finally understanding what Lord Yan had meant earlier when he said, "Those who hunt year-round will one day be hunted by beasts."
Chapter 279