"Are you desperate?"

The fifth dark red lightsaber fell.

"Are you afraid?"

The sixth black lightsaber fell.

"Are you confused?"

The last blue lightsaber whistled in the hands of the great lord. At his feet, the fallen soul was locked tightly by the power of six negative emotions mixed with the essence of death, as if it had been sealed for the most part.

Part of the power is the same. Yogg-Saron struggled desperately, trying to break away from this power that came from almost the same source as it, but it couldn't do it!

It can fight back death, but it can't fight back the same force... Just like ice can never destroy water, fire can never fight magma.

"The last question is about Yogg-Saron, the demon with a thousand throats who almost overturned the world."

Tyrion stood in the center of a strange ring composed of six lightsabers of different colors. Amidst the endless entanglement of strange power, the high lord raised the last blue lightsaber with his backhand, and his eyes shone with coldness.

The cold light:

"Have you...ever shed your inner pride?"

"No...you didn't! Ah, what a pity...the abyss thing filled with endless negative emotions, this thing is simply tailor-made for you."

"Shua"

The last blue lightsaber pierced the center of the ring composed of six lightsabers. The emotional power extended by the seven kinds of Y'shaarj's power oscillated, forming a line of light that seemed to be substantial around the great lord's body.

The chains, starting from this ring, quickly tied up Yogg-Saron's soul that could no longer break free bit by bit.

As the chain tightened, Yogg-Saron's huge soul also shrank rapidly. The great lord standing in the void stretched out his hand, and the binding object shining with a seven-color halo fell into his hand.

, like the most perfect gem.

Tyrion looked at the gem in his hand. After a moment, he shook his head in boredom:

"Is that it? You are really disappointing..."
Chapter completed!