C1641 The End of the Competition

The remnant soul of Tosmu transformed into a wisp of purple smoke and vanished, his anguished cries echoing with a sense of defiance.

"Remember this, you little pest..."

Tosmu's feeble voice faded away as his soul dissipated completely.

Feng Yixiu, however, remained detached, smirking, "Hehe... First, let's see if you can claw your way out of hell..