Chapter 882: Killing Fu Yang

"Fuyang really brought this upon himself," sneered Ye Tianwei and others, their faces breaking into malicious grins of schadenfreude.

They might have been wary of Fuyang's strength before, but things were different now. Feng Wuchen had several hundred soul puppets, with dozens being from the Divinity Transformation Realm alone.

Fuyang had only three people, and Fuyang himself was merely at the Fourth Layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Hum!"

In the fierce battle, Fuyang and his two companions were relentlessly pressed by the soul puppets, forced to retreat step by step, utterly powerless to fight back.

Seeing this, Feng Wuchen let out a brutal, cold sneer, "Fuyang, your little display of power is far from enough."

"Damn brat! Who would've thought you'd have such powerful soul bodies!" Fuyang roared furiously, his face contorted, his skin twitching violently.

He was filled with regret, but it was already too late.