Wang Yi wanted to regain control of his body, but in front of the Necromancer, his struggles were futile.
"Alright, you may leave!"
"Yes."
When Wang Yi left the Necromancer's side, his body truly belonged to him.
Wang Yi could not help but feel slightly regretful. This body was obviously not as powerful as before, and the aura coming from it was extremely similar to that of the Necromancer.
"Young … Young Master, what's wrong?"
The person who came was Elder Pang, his meta-energy had been devoured by Yang Tian previously, causing him to drop to Mid Rank 3 and was currently recovering. Elder Pang saw Wang Yi's absent-minded appearance and wanted to show some concern. However, the aura coming from Wang Yi shocked Elder Pang.
The aura of death, Elder Pang also sensed a trace of threat from Wang Yi.
"It's nothing." Wang Yi waved his hand.
He was currently feeling down, although his lower body had been healed, he was not happy at all.
Wang Yi strolled around the residence several times, wanting to ask his father about it, but he was unable to knock on the door.
"Oh, isn't this the cripple of our Wang Family?"
An ear-piercing voice rang in Wang Yi's ears, Wang Yi looked towards the source of the voice.
"Wang Zhong, don't go overboard."
Wang Zhong was a bastard left behind by the Wang Family Head, he came to seek refuge with the Wang Family Head after the Apocalypse. No matter what, he was still the son of the Wang Family Head, so he was naturally accepted. However, Wang Yi did not like him, and Wang Zhong also held enmity towards Wang Yi.
When Wang Yi's lower body was injured in the Wu Family, Wang Zhong knew that his chance had arrived. As expected, the Wang Family's Patriarch's attitude towards Wang Zhong changed significantly. Everyone in the Wang Family could feel it. Because of this, Wang Zhong's position in the Wang Family became more prominent.
However, this became Wang Yi's humiliation, and now that he saw Wang Zhong appearing in front of him, killing intent ignited in his heart.
The aura of death surrounding Wang Yi suddenly rose. It enveloped Wang Zhong within it.
"You … what are you trying to do?"
Wang Zhong's voice trembled, he could sense a threat coming from Wang Yi, something he had never felt before. Wang Zhong was a Mid Rank 3 metahuman, possessing a Mid Rank Beast Ice Spirit Bird.
In terms of battle, he was much stronger than Wang Yi. Usually, when there was a conflict, it was always him who had the upper hand, and Wang Yi would suffer a little. However, Wang Yi's situation today was obviously not right.
Under the shroud of death, Wang Zhong automatically released his intermediate beast-type ability, Ice Spirit Bird.
The Wendy around them dropped rapidly, but the aura of death still enveloped the two of them. Under the influence of the death aura, Wang Yi's battle prowess soared. He even ignored the effects of the cold air on him.
"Since you want to die, I will fulfill your wish."
When he said this, even Wang Yi himself was a little surprised. Although he and Wang Zhong weren't on good terms, since when did he have such a strong killing intent towards Wang Zhong?
Wang Zhong was startled. Facing Wang Yi, who had gone berserk, he had never let down his guard.
The fist wrapped in the aura of death blasted towards Wang Zhong. Wang Zhong's wings wrapped around his body, shielding him.
Ice shield
A shield formed from ice appeared in front of Wang Yi. It was clear that Wang Yi's fist would not be able to break through it, but Wang Yi could not help but want to try.
As expected, Wang Yi's fist was frozen by the chill of the ice shield.
The fight between the two had attracted the attention of the Wang Family's metahumans. Elder Pang was one of them, when he saw Wang Zhong and Wang Yi fighting, Elder Pang and a few metahumans immediately went to stop them.
"Young Masters, this is the cultivation room of the Family Head, please do not disturb his cultivation."
Elder Pang pointed at the cultivation room of the Wang Family Head, using the prestige of the Wang Family Head to stop the two.
"Alright, let him apologize to me, and I will let him go."
Wang Zhong saw that he was able to stop Wang Yi, his heart naturally became inflated. Wang Zhong's voice caused Elder Pang to frown, no matter what, Wang Yi was still the First Young Master of the Wang Family, you are just a bastard.
However, Wang Yi was injured, the relationship between the two was a mess, Elder Pang could not say anything as a retainer of the family.
"In your dreams."
The killing intent in Wang Yi's heart did not diminish, he looked at his frozen right fist.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wang Yi forcefully pulled his right fist away, leaving it on Wang Zhong's ice shield forever, blood dripped down from Wang Yi's hand.
However, Wang Yi did not show any signs of pain, instead, he spoke with hatred:
"You are lucky today, or else I would have killed you."
Wang Yi dragged his bloodied arm, step by step he disappeared from Wang Zhong's sight.
At this moment, Wang Zhong felt fear, he had never felt so afraid before. Elder Pang and the rest were also shocked, they thought that it was just a fight between the two brothers, something like this had happened frequently, but why did it develop to such a state today? Seeing the bloody fist on the ice shield, Elder Pang suddenly felt hatred for Wang Zhong.
Elder Pang flung his sleeves and left.
"Elder Tang, I really did not want to cripple him, I only wanted to teach him a lesson."
Wang Zhong grabbed an old man, his position in the Wang Family was similar to Elder Pang's, he liked Wang Zhong more compared to Wang Yi's personality. But now that something like this had happened, as a retainer, he could not say anything. No matter how much he disliked Wang Yi, he had watched him grow up, the fist on the ice shield had made Elder Tang feel dissatisfied with Wang Zhong, he even felt a trace of hatred.
"Let's discuss this matter after the Family Head comes out of seclusion!"
Tang Shan left with the rest of the people. Wang Zhong was left in a daze.
Just as Wang Zhong was lost in thought, the fist on the ice shield suddenly emitted a 'puchi puchi' sound. The fist started to rot. Under Wang Zhong's incredulous gaze, the fist that Wang Yi had left behind completely disappeared in a short period of time. Not even a speck was left.
Wang Yi, who had already left, suddenly felt a slight itch on his injured arm. Under his own incredulous gaze, a brand new palm grew out.
"This … could this be the power he gave me?"
Wang Yi clenched his fist and smashed it on the ground. There was no discomfort, it was as if it was the original one.
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